I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone
In the dim glow of Halo's twilight, the fiery teenager froze as the night's unexpected specter descended. Hotaru's hawk-like eyes pierced through the darkness, catching every nuance of the rebellious act. The impact of her hand on the girl's shoulder halted the torrent of ningo eggs mid-flight. Silence hung in the air as the Headmistress spoke with a soft yet firm tone, a dangerous edge underlying her words.
"Subjective, huh? Well, if breaking the monotony of your oh-so-serious Academy is an art form, call me an artist, but I'm not here for your approval." Rage burned in the youngling's eyes and steamed her words, even with the consequences of challenging Hotaru's authority loomed, threatening a longer benching for the relentless rebel.
"Subjective, huh? Well, if breaking the monotony of your oh-so-serious Academy is an art form, call me an artist, but I'm not here for your approval." Rage burned in the youngling's eyes and steamed her words, even with the consequences of challenging Hotaru's authority loomed, threatening a longer benching for the relentless rebel.
I crashed my car into the bridge
