Aria's POV:
My foot hurt from kicking the door.
More than frustrated, I'm...not sure how I feel.
So, I did what I should've done a long time ago: I prepared to leave school. Maybe I should leave school permanently and travel the world.
I've done it already, but maybe the world has changed.
The following day, my mood turned for the worst especially when I woke up with sore breasts. I blame puberty. But, that didn't stop me from showing up to school and hunting down my teachers. I went from period to period and didn't miss a single beat. All of them were kind enough to sign my slip except for one.
The last one.
But, before we tackle that problem there's another one.
In my fifth period, the principal called for me. But, it's not only me.
"Why are you here?" I ask Cynthia.
She shrugs
