MAJIKO
I dreamt of Majara, and our appearances were when we were sixteen. The scene is fresh in my mind, and I can remember the words we said to each other.
It happened in our home, and I opened the door to see her sitting at the table with her homework. Mom and Dad punished her, and she was forbidden to go out until she was finished. I felt bad because, being the 'perfect' daughter that I am, I finished mine an hour after we got home from school.
What can I do? It's like I'm programmed to do it, and my mind and body worked together.
"I can finish that for you, Maj. Mom and Dad went out, so they won't notice. I'll just tell them you left because you're done." I gently told her while looking at her back, her hands working on the notebook in front of her.
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