The walk to Nishimura's class was the best morning I'd had in weeks.
Belle was on my left, blazer hanging open the way it always did, the yellow shirt underneath doing its absolute best and failing magnificently. Her blue hair caught the morning sun and the chips she'd bought from the vending machine were already half gone. Naomi was on my right, staff case over one shoulder, her pink and black braid still holding from when I'd done it this morning in her room. She smelled like my soap. I caught it every time the wind shifted.
Vale had nearly killed me. Cassandra Davenport was about to investigate my entire existence. Blair was somewhere on campus plotting elaborate revenge.
I felt fantastic.
