"your mandala." he said and I snorted. Pretty words to cover an ugly truth. That was this whole school, a pretty exterior, nice rooms, great classes, a shiny well respected name all of it designed to hide the horrible ugliness hidding in plain sight.<br/><br/>His continued talk of choices was getting on my nerves. His choices were designed to make me obey him. An illusion, a tool to make me obedient. 'Owner' had never been smart or creative enough to try that approach but it was something I recognized from school. 'either sit down and do the word or go to detention' either way the teacher wins, this was the same thing if I obeyed either he still won.<br/><br/>I laughed the gall of the man surprised me when he out lined my choices. The rebellious head strong and cocky attitude I normally used as armor came forward and I smirked at Goodfellow  "Maybe I didn't make myself clear," I said speaking slowly as if to a slow child. "I'm not doing either, I'm not doing anything to help you. By choosing between what you offer me says I respect your authority to offer it in the first place and I don't." I said bluntly dropping the brush with a clatter and crossing my arms over my chest giving him an arrogant smirk and a look of fierce defiance in my eyes.