~ Sylara's POV ~
I buried my head as I walked through the gate of the college. I hadn't wanted to get out of bed today. Every muscle in my body had screamed at me to stay under the covers, but I’d forced myself up, forced myself through a numb shower, and dragged my feet here because I didn't want to create any ideas in my parents' minds.
Even though their words were true, they were beginning to suspect me. I had eavesdropped on them whispering about keeping a close watch on me, in case I turned out to be Miss S.
I knew I was Miss S, but it kind of hurt to know they had no trust in me. What if it wasn't Miss S, meaning they had judged me wrongly? Ever since my breakup with Alfred, they no longer trust me. Back when I was with him, I was their golden girl. They would proudly beat their c
