MISTRESS OF THE GAME
It felt strange but exciting, and a part of me looked forward to the unknown.
I turned toward the window and, without really thinking about it, pressed the button to roll it down. The glass slid down soundlessly, and in a second, the rush of wind punched me in the face. It blew my hair all over the place, whipping it across my cheeks, past my ears, tangling it into knots. The air was cold, sharp, but not unpleasant. It was like diving headfirst into a river after being stuck in that silent prison of a room for days.
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