Avery P.O.V.

By the time I was walking away from the pain and hurt, I was watching in front of my eyes. I can't be here. I want to run and run away from this fucking place. I will never be good enough and always do things wrong. I feel worthless and helpless, and alone. I hate this. I thought I would find my mates well with who I am mates.

I sigh, and I want to move, and I am going to ask my parents before I come back to this stupid school. I am just waiting for them to reject ...