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Piper was trying to get better. She was determined. She had set her mind to what she wanted. She wanted to be well, she didn’t want to be burdened and bothered by her past anymore, and she wanted the crown that had been robbed from her by her mother since she’d been a little girl. It was her job, her mission to overcome every obstacle sent hurdling her way. But there was only one way to get everything she wanted, and that meant doing the things her therapist was telling her. She took a lot of the suggestions in stride. They had helped, a lot. Sure, she hadn’t exactly been perfect when she left the hospital, but she was doing better now than she had been before.
However, the old Piper still came out every now and then. Especially in this one particular class she was in. She wasn’t sure if it was the repetitive course work, or if it was the annoyingly sexist teacher she was working under, but she couldn’t help but picture her fist smashing into his face. Her other classes were going better than before, her grades had seen a rise in every class but his. Today, he was getting on about the value of life and how as royals we had more to take from it than anyone else. It was some nonsense lecture that had absolutely nothing to do with the course at hand. “Life - the thing that happens to us. Can we move on now and do actual work?” She announced rather loudly. Her therapist recommended avoiding her own urges to say such things, but she couldn’t help herself.