Crap. Oh well, it’s not like I can lose him when he’s been trained for all this top-secret-shadowing stuff while I’m just a normal college student trying to get to class on time. Hi, let me introduce myself. My name is Sophia Victoria St. James. A mouthful, I know. And rather hoity-toity sounding if you ask me. Brings to mind an Italian heiress or protagonist from a Jane Austen novel or something. It’s hard to live up to. I don’t feel like a Sophia or a Victoria. I’m neither wise nor victorious, if my barelyaverage grades and constant losing battle with my wayward hair are any indication. So you wouldn’t have guessed that someone like me would have a twenty-four/seven bodyguard, right? Yeah, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Today is the first day of classes Freshman year at Harvard. Before you get the wrong idea – I don’t really know how I got into Harvard. It’s not like I’m one of those really smart or rich or famous kids who got in on their own merits or because of their parents’ money and influence.
