ALIONA'S POV
The semester had gone by in a blur. It wasn't anything significant. That's when I wasn't counting the bullying spree, and ill-treatment from the Faron brothers.
I'd spent the last three weeks sending applications to various universities. Thankfully, Professor Lewanosky had made sure my portfolio was without scandals.
I slouched against the couch, scoring past the memories . They were vivid memories of what I didn't want to experience again.
Tonight was prom night. Yeah, I was going to spend my time at home. Not like anyone asked me to be their date.
Afterall, it wasn't like I'd expected from certain people.
Suddenly, the doorbell went off, interrupting my reverie. I pushed myself from the chair, and headed towards the door, when Aunt Emma appeared from the kitchen.
