An escape. That's what this boarding school was. What was I escaping? My own life, maybe even myself. *********** Different. Outcast. Unsocial. All words to describe Avery Porter. Yet who called her this? No one but herself. Her walls, much to others' dismay, had been built long before anyone she knew was even born; blocking them out without even a second glance, let alone a chance. But really all she needed was someone willing to bring them down for her. Who knew it would be that asshole she met on the first day? ((((A/N please read, don't judge my pathetic attempt of a blurb! ))))
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