Snow began to cry. She didn’t want to, didn’t want her friends to see her weakness, didn’t want anyone to draw more fear from her own desolation. She couldn’t help it, though. She felt alone and helpless. Like the time she was lost in the woods.
“Why are you crying, Snow? Is everything alright? Is there something you want? Shall I ask the headmaster to call for your Grandmother?” asked Akira and Snow nodded her head.
“I am not perfect at the moment. Grandma says that we are Whites and we are supposed to be perfect and let no one see what is happening inside us but right now I am not being able to understand what the heck is wrong with me?” she shouted and Dr. Lillian spoke up.
“You are suffering from immense exhaustion and magical f**k up. That is not a very simple thing, Snow. It is a
