The more I thought about the various running opinions of me—sources ranging from classmates, to headmistresses, to enemies—the more confused I became.
But, then again, why should I even care?
Maybe I couldn’t change how any of those people saw me, and that was fine. I’d long suspected that was impossible anyway. But none of them sincerely knew my character, so their opinions didn’t really matter. The only opinions that did were those of my closest friends. As SJ had pointed out, they were the people who truly knew me.
Alas, even after everything we’d been through, I still wasn’t entirely sure what they thought of me.
I’d always hoped they saw what I wanted them to see—someone strong, smart, kind, sassy, the opposite of a damsel in distress, and a potential great hero and great princess
