HER MOM didn't show up for the visitation day, which wasn't a surprise to Isabella because she had to focus on Miguel. She understood why— an innocent child who can't walk was more important than a troubled child who could.

She hadn't spoken to Robby since their argument, but they both wanted to talk to each other— they just didn't know where to start. Isabella and Robby were both doing community service to help them get out of juvie early, which meant she had to serve the local community with soup for dinner at a local centre.

"Hey, Robby. Belle." The familiar voice of Sensei Johnny Lawrence greeted, as he walked up to the kitchen where they were dishing soup.

"Sensei," Isabella frowned in confusion, glancing at Robby, "Are you allowed to be here?"

Johnny kept looking at Robby, "It's the only way I could see you." He quickly added, glancing at the girl, "...both."

Did anyone even want to visit her? She thought, as she passed a bowl of soup to another person.

"I found out you were doing community service to help get out early. That's good, I respect that." Johnny nodded.

Robby stayed quiet, not knowing what to say to his absent father. Isabella asked curiously, "Mom told me that you were helping Miguel walk."

"Yeah," Johnny nodded, "He's doing good, kid." He trailed off when he saw the matching bruised faces on both of their faces. Johnny asked sternly, "Why do you both have eyes?"

"Maybe it's a shadow." Isabella lied, "The lighting's weird in here."

Johnny continued, "Were you fighting each other after everything that's happened?"

"You're seriously gonna lecture me about starting fights?" Robby finally spoke, sarcastically.

The man sighed, "Alright, I'm sorry."

"And we weren't fighting each other," Isabella added, "We were fighting some other asshole..."

Isabella stopped herself from explaining when she got the feeling that Sensei Lawrence didn't want to listen. He was there for his son— not her. He didn't care what she had to say, no matter how much she wanted to talk to somebody. It had been a lonely couple of weeks in juvie— having nobody to talk to drove her insane.

Isabella left the father and son alone, despite wanting to listen because she had missed Sensei's loud, unfiltered voice. She missed karate more than anything, though she couldn't go back to the dojo ever again— not after fighting landed her in juvie. Why weren't all her other friends here? They fought too. Why was it just her and Robby that got punished?

The girl had many warnings from the police and local authorities in her lifetime, mainly because she couldn't go a day without accidentally drawing attention to herself.

At the age of 13, she was diagnosed with ADHD, which explained the symptom of having a short temper. She had always struggled to take her meds too; always flushing them down the toilet, or selling them for money at school— which she also got punished for.

In juvie, they medical nurses made sure that, every morning, Isabella would take her medication, because she had a long streak of refusing to have it. The meds made her tired and upset, almost as though she wasn't herself anymore. However, she was calmer, less fidgety, and more focused when she took it— Isabella couldn't complain about that.

She was just sick of being sick. Mentally. Isabella wanted to be normal.

Isabella was interrupted by her thoughts by the sound of metal clashing and the room falling silent. She looked up to see Robby, Sensei being walked by the officers out of the centre, and a soup spillage all over the floor. Shawn and his friends laughed at the boy, who had no choice but to try and clean it up.

Isabella rolled her eyes at Shawn and his friends, before walking passed them towards Robby. She asked the group of boys, "Is something funny?"

"Watch your mouth," Shawn shot back, "I don't wanna have to give you a matching black eye, pretty girl."

Isabella scoffed in disgust, before continuing to walk over to Robby. She crouched down next to him, grabbing some tissues to help wipe it up.

Robby looked at her for a moment, before carrying on cleaning, his head low with embarrassment, "You don't have to help."

Isabella replied softly, "That's what friends do, right?"

"Friends?" Robby smiled slightly, "I thought you hated me."

"Oh, I do." Isabella nodded, "But, we need each other in here, so I'm willing to forget about you paralysing my brother, until we get out of this shit hole."

Robby shrugged sarcastically, "Sounds good to me."

She hesitated, "Sorry for what I said about your dad. I was just angry—"

"Me too." The boy agreed kindly.

***

"Ma, it's fine," Isabella repeated for the hundredth time, "Honestly, I'm not upset. I have other visiting days that you can come to... maybe even bring Miggy. Is he there?"

"Yes, I'll put him on," Carmen spoke, before an eruption of crackles of movement filled the speaker as the phone was passed to her brother,

"Hey, Belle," His voice comforted her through the phone, "How've you been?"

Isabella chuckled, "How've I been? How've you been, Miggy? I haven't spoken to you since... and I've only heard updates over the phone. Are you okay?"

"I'm good, yeah." Miguel replied, and she could see the smile on his face in her head. He continued, "Sensei took me to this concert. Said I was dying, so they let us in. My foot was tapping to the beat of the song! Anyway, Sensei has this idea of me being able to walk again— even stronger than before. He has me doing these fitness exercises to help me."

"That's amazing!" Isabella smiled, "I'm so happy for you, Migs, honestly. Don't fuck with the champ, huh?"

"You sound like Sensei," Miguel chuckled, before asking, "Talking about karate, Hawk is being a total asshole. I blame Sensei Kreese, he's turning them all into bullies... wait, I don't mean that you—"

"I know," She replied, "I know I wasn't myself in Cobra Kai. Sensei Kreese made me more angry. I started karate to burn off that feeling, but it somehow planted me in juvie."

Miguel took a long breath, "I think Sensei wants to make a new dojo. Would you join it, if he did?"

"That's if I get out," Isabella deadpanned, "And I don't know if karate would be best for me, right now. I mean, I was selling my meds, starting fights, and carrying knives around. I don't wanna repeat that. I don't want to be influenced by Kreese anymore."

"I know." Miguel took a long breath, "It's good that you wanna get better, though. It will—"

Abruptly, the phone call broke up and a loud silence crackled in her ears. She spoke into the phone, "Miggy? Hello?"

"Times up, Isabella," An officer announced, "Go back to your bunk."

She frowned, "But, I didn't get to say goodbye?"

"Not my problem, kid." The officer deadpanned, "Go back to your bunk." He called, "Daisy Johnson! Phone call."

Isabella was pushed aside by the next kid in line; imagining how Miguel probably thought she had hung up on him— she didn't want him to think that.