SASHA’S POV
On a serious note, I do not understand myself for being this nervous. I am just literally attending school like this is the most normal thing to do at the end of the semester, where graduation is just around the corner. This is no biggie, this is completely okay, this is my job and I have to do it right. This is… damn it.
I breathe in deeply and let it all out in one nervous go. How can I not be stressed about this? I have never attended any formal school before because I have always been home-schooled and trained. “Trained” simply means that I am programmed to do everything that my father would ask me to do. I hate it when I sound like I am a robot myself, but it is my reality. I am created to be a robot at my father’s disposal.
Looking at myself in the mirror agai
