MARTA POV
Marta sat at the edge of the sorority common room sofa, the laughter and chatter of her sorority sisters echoing around her. She sipped her drink, quiet. Marta hated her home in Poland and even her dorm, so she decided to join a sorority. For all intents and purposes, the place was homey. They had their own chefs, a house mom, and everything there could possibly be to make her feel at him.
Yet never once was that the case for her. Was it her accent? Her accent, a soft lilting Polish, set her apart every time she spoke. It wasn't like they outwardly hated her, there was just…a vibe and with that vibe came the thought that she was an outsider. Outsiders didn't belong. Outsiders should just speak proper English. Outsiders should leave. That seed of thought had rooted itself inside her and now…
Now she felt alone.
"Hey Marta, can you pass me the glass?" one of her littles, Jessica, asked with a bright smile.
