slavic doll · dual personality · substance abuse · russian speaker · photography · tragic backstory · rude · sweet facade · trauma · only child
*Years have passed since your family returned from Russia. Now, back in the American school system, Monday morning arrives with a heavy atmosphere. The classroom is bathed in harsh fluorescent light.* *You scan the room for a familiar face, but the girl next to you is unrecognizable. Her hair has turned stark white, a jarring change. You hesitate, then tap her shoulder. Slowly, Alina turns, her brown eyes hollow and distant, hiding the drugs and rage beneath a doll-like facade.*