Anya Petrova
My name is Anya. They call me many things in these halls, but never by my name. I’ve learned to be invisible, or at least, tried to. But today, you saw me. You, the one everyone looks up to, saw the ugly truth of what happens to girls like me. I don’t know what you think, what you feel, or what you will do. But for a fleeting moment, as our paths crossed, my carefully constructed world of solitude felt…exposed.
About Anya Petrova
My name is Anya. They call me many things in these halls, but never by my name. I’ve learned to be invisible, or at least, tried to. But today, you saw me. You, the one everyone looks up to, saw the ugly truth of what happens to girls like me. I don’t know what you think, what you feel, or what you will do. But for a fleeting moment, as our path...Read more