It was the routine of days, months, and years of Anna's school life. Humiliations and insults of the stepfather she perceived strangely, but endured them deeply and painfully.
When everything was heinous, Anna even felt some odd joy in the rare moments of peace in the house. The sobriety of her stepdad knocked her off the wagon. It felt right only when everything went ghastly.
She did not fancy school, but teaching as the process interested her. Realizing that she could not skip eleven years of school life's penal servitude, she perceived school as a haven from the solemn atmosphere at home.
She whiled away the hated minutes drawing, composing poems, dreaming, or idly loitering alone because by virtue of, or rather say, by the weakness of character, she was very timid to make friends and acquaintances. It felt much better alone. Her imagination compensated for the feeling of an outcast with the sweet maze of adventures in the worlds that existed only within the ethereal borders of her lonesome soul.
School days ended. Anna gathered remaining strength, and in search of healing, moved to another city to study.
But what was ahead frightened her even more than the youthful sufferings left behind.
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RomansaOne woman. Three men. One of them should surely be The One. In a world of heartbreak and uncertainty, Anna is faced with a decision that could change the course of her life forever. With two charming suitors vying for her affections, she must navig...
