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Two weeks have passed since the incident that changed Scarlett's life forever. She has been trying to make sense of her newfound ability and has been receiving training from Clare to control it. 

 She had been struggling to come to terms with her powers, feeling overwhelmed and burdened by the responsibility they brought. Amid her thoughts, a shimmering hologram appeared before her. It took the form of a young girl with lustrous brown hair and piercing blue eyes, radiating a warm and welcoming aura.

Clare's human form seemed to glow and pulse with life, and Scarlett couldn't help but be drawn by its beauty and magic.

Clare sat across from Scarlett, who was eager to learn how to control her newfound magical abilities.

Clare began by explaining that the first step to controlling her magic was to understand it. She looked intently into Scarlett's eyes and emphasized the importance of comprehending the source of her magic and how it worked within her.

She explained that once Scarlett had a solid understanding of her magic, she could begin to control it. "Scarlett, the first step to controlling your magic is to understand it," she said, looking intently at Scarlett. "You need to understand the source of your magic and how it works within you. Once you have that understanding, you can begin to control it."

Scarlett listened carefully, her eyes fixated on Clare. "What do you mean by understanding the source of my magic?" she asked curiously.

Clare smiled warmly. "Your magic is a part of you, Scarlett. It's a reflection of who you are. You need to know yourself, your strengths, and your weaknesses. Only then can you learn to control your magic."

Scarlett nodded in agreement, taking in Clare's advice. She asked what the next step was. Clare leaned forward, her voice low and soothing. She explained that the next step was to practice. Scarlett needed to train her mind and body to work together in harmony. It would take patience and persistence, but with practice, she could learn to control her magic.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Scarlett couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of emptiness that seemed to consume her every waking moment. She longed to see Mathew, to feel his embrace and hear his voice, but with each passing day, her hopes dwindled. Despite her unique abilities, Scarlett felt powerless to change her situation and feared that something terrible had happened to Mathew. Her heart was heavy, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she had been trapped in a never-ending cycle of misery.

The sound of the bell reverberated through the classroom, indicating the end of another English class. Scarlett watched as her classmates quickly gathered their belongings and left the room, chatting and laughing as they went. However, she remained seated at her desk, staring blankly at the empty pages of her notebook. With each passing day, her sense of loneliness seemed to grow, and the constant taunting and derision from her peers only served to exacerbate the situation.

As the classroom emptied, Scarlett gathered her books and made her way to her next class, her footsteps echoing through the deserted hallways. She could hear the whispers and giggles of her classmates, mocking her as usual, but she tried to ignore them. Nevertheless, the hurtful comments stung like a swarm of angry bees.

Upon entering her next class, Scarlett took a seat in the back row in the hopes of going unnoticed. However, it was too late. The whispers and giggles of her previous classmates had already spread, and soon everyone in the new class was looking at her. She felt their gazes piercing into her, judging her, mocking her . The class droned on, Scarlett's loneliness became more and more unbearable. She attempted to concentrate on the lesson, but her mind was cluttered with negative thoughts. She felt like a failure, as though there was something fundamentally wrong with her and that she was undeserving of love and attention.

When the class finally ended, Scarlett bolted out of the room, tears cascading down her cheeks. She ran to the bathroom, locked herself in a stall, and let out a cry of despair. She felt lost, alone, and hopeless, yearning for her friend Matthew.