As I got into my teenage years i was deeply troubled, I was thirteen only three months after I was raped by a stranger in our town. I was being comforted, but I was still offered a party by my family, and we did have a celebration.
There were changes with school too, I joined my sister at the girls school and so began my senior education at which I worked very hard and pleased my Dad especially. I had better teachers to, especially Mrs Vučević, my history teacher.
Despite the intensity of my studies I could concentrate on achieving something which might take me forward, perhaps even out of Montenegro, but that thought helped me to realise how much I love my homeland.