Supreme, say it again. Supreme, it rolls off the tongue. It is perfect for me. It fits me so well. It feels soo good hearing it come out of the councils mouth too.
Fiona Goode. The new Supreme!!! The youngest Supreme for that matter. I mean sure I had to slice a throat to get where I am but who the hell hasn't spilled blood on the way to the top.
Myrtle Snow loathed me though. She knew I had done something but couldn't prove it. She had no evidence but damn was she trying. Maybe I should slit her throat to the bone.
Maybe it would have been a better use of my time to kill that little meddling witch. What is her problem? Everyone knew I was the next Supreme. I just took my crown early. Screw them honestly. They are just jealous. They wish they were me. Looking at them all now I can just see the jealousy on their faces.
Myrtle Snow was in the back though. Her mouth scrunched up in a snarl. Her freckles skin scrunched up. Her green eyes just looking at me. I took a deep sigh in and then out. She had no right to hate me. Hate the council. Yeah hate them or hate the late Supreme, Anna-Lee. She made me do it. She was to blame. I deserve this. I deserve all of it and they can fall in line or get left behind.