Valentine Teller didn't want to take a leave from school, but who could understand her? People always looked at her with prejudice. She was fed up with it.
She bit her lower lip hard to prevent tears of grievance from falling, not letting her anxiety show.
Finally, enduring until class was over, Valentine Teller buried her head and ran back to the dormitory, locking herself in to feel at ease.
She sat at her desk, breathing heavily.
Her mood remained unsettled for a long time.
All she could think of was leaving this place. Once she left, everything would be over, and she wouldn't have to suffer anymore. Just one more year, she had to endure for one more year.
Ugh... Burying her face in her hands, she felt a splitting headache, and sharp pains from her abdomen kept coming.
She gently rubbed her belly, forcing herself to calm down. The child inside her was her only hope.
