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Dear mother,
I'm sorry I have to do this. But I have to get away. Not from you, or Dad, or my brothers and sisters. Just from... everything.
I don't fit in. Everyday I wander the halls at the academy during lunch, looking for someone to come up and say hi, introduce themselves, be friendly. I even try myself to go up to people and fit in. But everyone stares at me uncertainly, turning back to their groups of friends and ignoring my existence.
I fail at everything. The quality of my schoolwork is steadily declining. My boss over at the cafe keeps saying I can't do anything right. And my one friend, Opa, has disappeared.
Something is out there... Mom, I can feel it. This isn't the right place for me. My personality, my character, my being doesn't fit in. It's not that I'm ugly, stupid, or weak... I just wasn't designed for this life.
I can't tell you where I'm going. You'll chase after me. I know you. Heh, then again, you wouldn't be a mother if you didn't care for me so much. So I'd like to thank you for all you've done.
You've raised me to be a woman of passion, integrity and courage. I won't let those values you taught me go to waste.
Thinking of you,
Rena Skyborn
