The world keeps spiraling around Anastasia as she continues to drown deeper into her inner disquietude.
Then came flooding a myriad of memories.
"Has she no shame?"
"What's up with her? Doesn't she know her level?"
"She's always tagging along."
"Is she a pet or something?"
"Like a puppy that keeps wagging its tail."
One-master dog.
For some reason, everyone at school used to label her as that. People would talk behind her back and mock her.
Name calling was all they dared to do, though. She never let anyone get away with their offenses. She always stood up for herself, and she'd make sure that they'd pay for them twofold.
It's not like she's all alone in this either.
"Hey, Anastasia, are those guys bullying you again?" said a blonde guy whose face she still couldn't clearly make out.
Anastasia has a strong feeling that he's someone close to her, though. He would stand by her side while she did her best to make him smile.
