Hayley was nervous. As she sat in the stands, she couldn’t keep her fingers from shaking or her teeth from chattering, and she knew why; she knew it had nothing to do with the cool wind that combed through the loose strands of her hair, she knew it had nothing to do with the dark grey clouds that had gathered up above but she knew that it had everything to do with this xascipmylo match. A part of Hayley wondered if the weather was simply reflecting her own somber spirit because all throughout the week, a storm had been brewing inside of her, each passing day seemingly darker and longer than the one that came before it.
The week itself hadn’t been that terrible, it had actually been pretty good all things considered; Hayley had spent most of her breaks with Zyean and Elio, taking them aro
