'My son finally rebelled against me?'
A woman walked down the streets of the academy, with her daughter in toe.
"Mom, why do you look happy?" The daughter asked very calculatedly.
There was another girl following them around- Marg.
"Wh-What do you mean?" Her mother stuttered. "I'm just too mad!"
'Yeah, no matter how I see it, you look happy.' Of course, the little girl- Elsa didn't say it out loud.
With a sigh, Elsa just kept on walking.
Marg didn't say a word. To her, all of this was a luxury. She never experienced the joy of a family and in her family rebelling meant death. So this really was a luxury.
And yet, she couldn't help but be a little jealous.
The woman however concealed her emotions. Though she appeared to be mad outside, she was gushing with excitement inside. At least she thought she was concealing them, but no matter how hard she tried, her emotions leaked nevertheless.
