Bella sat on her bed listening to Breaking Benjamin. Did he really think she was just going to stay there and watch that? They were probably having a good thing by themselves. This is what she got for being so forceful. Maybe she go back to the quiet art chick that stayed to herself and never bothered anyone. Then again she didn't know. It was just hurtful enough. Sitting there drawing, it was a picture of what that witch zombie looked like. At least from what she could remember.