All my life I’d been running, and I was the worst kind of runner. The kind that pretended they were stronger than others, the kind that looked down on people just to make their own life more bearable. It wasn’t necessarily that I was a bad person, far from it. I knew I needed to change but couldn’t. Turns out, my pride was a deadly thing…Eighteen year old Veronica Day has just escaped her own … escaped her own personal hell; Weston Academy for girls, one of New York’s most prestigious boarding schools.Only, it didn’t come with the relief she’d…
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