Aurora’s P.O.V

The bell rang once again, signaling the near-end of another torturous day at school. My body felt heavy with exhaustion like I was dragging a boulder with every step. I had always been set apart from my other classmates due to my circumstances. I was always the odd one out. But at this point at school, I often agreed with them on one thing: mathematics should never be set as the last class in the time table.

Everyone hated biology, but no one hated it more than ...