We have a mouth for a reason. Some people get hurt because people don't understand them, but they don't realize that it's also their fault for not speaking up.
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"Ty, can you share with us your reason for wanting to be a lawyer?"

She looked into her professor's eyes directly, showing her a hint of boredom.

Ugh. Seriously? Why does it always have to be me?

She looked around, lowkey counting the students inside their classroom. Thirty. A sufficient number of students to answer different questions, but why does it always have to be her who's answering every question?

And does she like it?

Who knows?

She's used to having the spotlight and attention. And she's getting really bored with it.

She won't deny the fact that she likes it whenever their professors throw her lots of questions that include sharing her opinions and insights. It's in those cases that she's being admired by a lot of people.

Well, she's got the confidence and the brain. It's like, she's already constructing a sentence even before the question was being asked.

And right now, she felt bored and thrilled at the hm. . .question? She's not sure. And she wants to laugh.

'Can', really?

Not the most appropriate modal to use, is it?

The professor just asked her if she can share with them her reason for wanting to be a lawyer.

Well, she could answer: I can. But that doesn't mean I will , yeah?

She ignored that thought though.

That was an easy question and she can answer that with the best ideas she have in her mind. But of course she won't do that in just one shot.

Come on, where's the thrill on that?

"Reason, huh?" She paused for a moment, acting as if she's trying to arrange and formulate her thoughts altogether. "Well obliviously, the world has just become so. . .inhuman. Everyone mistakes foolishness with a miracle. Because they don't know a thing about how the world works—about how the law works. They don't know their rights, and that's why the so-called weak are being stepped on by the so-called strong. I want to be a lawyer so I could be the people's voice. I want to be the one to prove them that we have a mouth for a reason. Some people get hurt because people don't understand them but they don't realize that it's also their fault for not speaking up." Her classmates gave her their utmost support, and it was obvious with the applause and cheers that she heard.

It wasn't surprising. She never failed to impress them anyway.

Whenever their professors call her during recitation, all eyes are always on her. Waiting for her lengthy opinions. Lengthy enough to be considered as a speech, actually. And of course, waiting for her quotable quotes that they could note down.

They're always like that, but now? She can't help but to feel disappointed.

They're already satisfied with my answer? Tss.

She doesn't like boring conversations. What she wants? Arguments.

Come on Mrs. Sandoval, argue with me.

"My my, what should we expect from someone who owns the first rank?" Some of her classmates cheered for her because of the rhetorical question, while she just rolled her eyes at the situation.

That's it? No more follow up's? Ugh. Oh, Mrs. Sandoval, this would be a great disappointment for—

"But I am afraid I can't be appeased with that type of answer." The professor looked at her, as if planning to know the extent of her abilities.

And she really wanted to laugh because her professor's reaction is a manifestation that everything is going according to her plan.

Yes Mrs. Sandoval, let's make this class exciting and interesting.

"Are you trying to say that you will teach people how to fight? Because I'm sure that's what you are implying in your 'speaking up'. But you know that's against our rules. Enlighten us, will you?"

Anne Xaye Ty just cant help but smirk.

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