I was having an amazing day.
Truly spectacular.
Peak existence.
Ten out of ten.
Would live again.
First of all, I got to argue with Kent for an entire hour. An entire hour and, naturally, I won every round. He tried to argue that rabbits could be used as rocket-propelled weapons, and honestly, by the end of it, I wasn't sure if he was stupid or a genius. Either way, victory tasted sweet.
Then came the best part.
Belle.
Belle.
I watched her walk onto that stage like a goddess dipped in midnight. Her coat, her blindfold, her aura, everything about her screamed "I could kill you with a thought," and I, being the sane, rational girl that I was, adored her for it.
And then, oh gods, she released her aura.
That death aura washed over us like a storm of pure magnificence.
