She felt the stares as soon as she set foot in the room. Who is that strange girl with strange clothes and strange eyes? What is she doing here? She could practically feel the accusing questions being thrown at her. But she did not care. She held her head high and met every pair of eyes with a stare that held as much pride as she could muster. She was no stranger to criticism, and she had learned to embrace it and meet it with a strong gaze. She was herself, and she would let no one change that.