The Final Feast

Ali's pov

The dining hall seemed cooler than usual, even with the open kitchen and the stove being turned off only sometime earlier than now. The temperature of the conditioner may have been settled down to a notch lower than usual, because that's what we did on special occasions like this. The lively energy the atmosphere usually buzzed with seemed to be lost too, where all of us gathered on the couches and rug area, played games, threw mean comments at one another, just to start off a silly argument.