ALIONA'S POV
I stashed my personal study journal into my tote, before I slipped into my fur jacket. “Are you sure you'd be able to cope in the same space with them?” Aunt Emma's voice jerked me out of my reverie.
I flinched. “I don't have a choice, Aunt Emma,” My voice could pass for a whisper.
She walked further into the room, and pulled me into a hug, stroking my hair. “Oh baby, I wish I could stop this, honestly,”
I forced a bitter laugh. “Now, don't be like that, Aunty,”
She sighed, blinking rapidly to fight back tears from spilling from the corner of her eyes. “Still, if I was richer, maybe I'd have transferred you to a school away from them,”
I shrugged my stiff shoulders. “Good thing I'll be done with highschool at the end of the year,” It was a few months away from now,
