"I think that these things don't define you. Everything that is wrong with the world is this! This small piece of paper can't decide my fate! It doesn't define me! I'm too good to be doing this lowly work"
"Are you done?", Grace muttered from behind.
Mika was standing on the kotatsu table, like rebellion with her finger up in the air, pointing towards the ceiling, and eyes staring at the same.
Grace quickly pushed her away and started cleaning the table. "Come on, we need to go"
Mika stood silent. Like nothing ever mattered in the world. She had dived in too deep of herself. The she quickly turned to Grace. Within an instance, she was holding her hand tightly with teary eyes and the most worn-out expression. "Grace, I don't want to go to that place! People are mean and abuse their powers over me!", she wept.
Grace without even giving a reaction, shrugged her off. "They are teachers, and they check your paper that's all"
