Irina's POV
"They're only here cramming for one final shot at schools like Anastasia University," Myra snarled. "But you? You never even made it through high school. What business do you have being here? What makes you think you belong in this room?"
In her twisted mind, an elite instructor like herself should only work with top-tier students, not some nobody who'd never stepped foot in a proper high school. She clearly felt humiliated having someone like me contaminating her precious classroom.
The other students looked stunned. Based on how I carried myself, they'd all figured I was smart—reserved but sharp. They'd just assumed I was like them, gunning for prestigious schools like Anastasia University.
The idea that I'd never attended high school had never crossed their minds. Suddenly, I wasn't part of their club anymore.
