Blaise Taylor
The motel was grimy and dirty but it gave me a place to stay until the day of the ball arrived.
The couple that stayed in the room next to me constantly argued, and the windows of my own room could not fully shut meaning that I was under attacked from bugs all night, all of which left me with little sleep.
So I was frustrated, tired, annoyed and generally not a nice person to be around. Lucky for me, fate left it so there was no one that could have been around me.
Normally, I would have spent the time before the ball, planning out every detail of what I was going to do. This was how I was trained in order to execute everything without fail. Yet this time it was different. My actions at the ball, were to be purely from anger and I no longer cared if I was putting myself
