Here’s Mackenzie’s first POV:

Kenz let out a gasp as she stood gaping at the magnificent towers of the School for Good. She had gotten her letter a few days ago and had left immediately. With her, she brought multiple “safe vests”, aka black spear/knife/arrow proofed tank-top styled vest, daggers, and dagger-sharpeners. Kenz walked towards the beautiful school, taking it all in. She had never been in a place so calm, so peaceful, so perfect, so free. Kenz rubbed her lucky golden raven necklace like she always did before something big or exciting. Of course, she loved her family and her town, but she had never really felt at home. She spent the first 7 years of her life hidden and raised by her grandfather, until he died. Once he did, there was no one left to watch her while her parents worked, so she started to get into fights and made lots of enemies. All those fights made Kenz incredibly fit, strong, over confident, and stubborn. If she wanted something, she would fight her way to it.
****! Kenz tumbled backwards, clutching her head in pain. She had just walked straight into the large doors of the School for Good. “It’s ok Mackenzie,” she told herself. “You can make mistakes. After all, you’re rich and strong. If anyone makes fun of you for this, make em’ sorry.” She looked around her, but there was no one. Shaking her head, Kenz got up and shoved open the large doors.
The grand entrance hall was abuzz with girls of all sizes and ethnicities, all dragging around suitcases just like her. They were clearly rushing to their dorm rooms.
“I should too,” Kenz thought to herself, and took out the small slip of paper that had her dorm number on it.
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Is there anything I can improve on/change? Also, would anyone like to be Mackenzie’s roommate?