Currently, I am sitting in a carriage once more. "Bella, no matter who it is, trample them!" My mother had steam coming out of her nose as she egged me on to bully little kids.
"Mother, if I trample them, they will die…." I really did not want to be killing kids!
"Humph! That's because they are just weak! My Bella is the best!" I looked at my father for help, but he only shook his head at me. It seems this was how she was during my brothers' competitions as well. She seems to enjoy these kinds of events and gets very much fired up. Well, I guess this was obvious as my father kept having to pull her down to sit every time she went to stand up so she wouldn't fall over.
