Rejected to being Hated to be Accepted

~Chapter 1~

How can I ever tell you my life is shit, just a big pile of shit? I'm sick and tired of it but there is nothing I could do, very sadly. I heard the buzzing on my alarm clock and I looked at the clock it read 7:00 am. I live in an attic and I got up on my bruised and broken body after last nights beating. Did I ever tell you, I'm the packs punching bag? Well yes you guessed right. I got beat up cause the pack has this game called catch the omega.

They want me to run away while they catch me in the woods and attack me. It was horrible I literally had to crawl to get to the pack house and drag myself up the stairs to my room. My room is bare I only had a small mattress, small blanket, few clothes, a dresser, and my alarm clock. That was all I had been given. My packs name is The Dark Fur Pack. I got up and went towards the shower and the water burned my skin and it hurt so bad I winched a lot.

I'm glad that I had hot water that was the best gift the pack ever gave me was a hot shower. I guess I couldn't complain about that. I got dressed in a plain white shirt with some holes in it, some beat up jeans, a black oversized hoodie, my plain bra with matching underwear, and my black beat up converse sneakers. I didn't even bother to put my hair up cause I didn't want to expose my birthmark, it has a special meaning my daddy and mommy said to me. It was a golden moon shaped mark. I had that mark since I was born. Well enough about that I better head down to the kitchen to start cooking the breakfast I planned out for the pack.

I started walking down and I saw the love of my life making out with the pack slut, Margie. Ugh, I can't stand her. She was literally dressed in daisy duke shorts that showed off half her ass, a half tank top shirt, and high heels. Her hair was curled and it was the color of a raven. Her eyes were an icy blue color. I rolled my eyes and continued walking. I got to the kitchen and some guy bumped into me and I was down on my ass. I was about to get up and I saw it was Mitch. He was the only one who was ever nice to me.

He didn't join into the game last night every time there was a game night he would make an excuse just so he didn't have to hurt me. He said, "oh shit I'm sorry Elena." He picked me up and I told him, "you better get back to the pack or they will say something." He smiled sadly and nodded. Mitch walked away to join his friends, aka the cool kids. You see here, Mitch is Margie's twin brother. I don't get how can Mitch be a sweetheart but Margie is the pack whore that all she wants is Luna status. Sorry about my colorful awesome language. Mitch should be mean and ruthless to me but he was the only one who wasn't. But I shouldn't say anything because when the pack does he just stands there and doesn't say anything. I guess I shouldn't blame him at all, he will get beat up as well. I wouldn't wish that on him. Not on anybody.

I started cooking the food and I made pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. I set the plates and silverware on the table and put the food on the table as well. I went back to grab my bag to head off to school since I wasn't allowed to to eat. I saw them all done eating and putting their plastic plates away at least I don't have to do that part. They all have nice vehicles and I have to walk. I headed out the door. As I was walking it took me forever to get to Gerald High.

We are the only wolves that go there but the humans don't know that. I'm glad they don't but they still tease and bully me though. I have no friends what's so ever. I was just so lonely and had a lot of depression going on. I even cut myself as well just to drown out the depression, I know what your thinking that cutting is a sore loser type of move to tell you it is and it's immature. It has become an addiction and it's really hard to stop too.

I'm also musically talented, I write songs and I sing to them in the music room where no one is in there. I play the guitar and piano. I self taught myself and oh dear. I forgot to tell you I have two brothers who are in the cool kids group. I'm the middle child and I'm forgotten about except when it came to my mommy and daddy. Don't ask me where the music talent came from but I'm guessing I'm the only one in the family who does. After my twenty five mile walk to towards the school and I look at it, well there goes hell-mouth school, I sighed and took a breath to walk into my doom.