My second chance

Hello everyone, I just wanted to thank you for taking your time to read my first book ever.

Enjoy =)

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It always started the same, every night since I could remember. It's this dream that has giving me any type of hope, and strength to keep moving toward.

I'm in a clearing right behind a grand victorian house. It has a wraparound porch and a swing looking over the clearing. Im counting to ten and hearing the laughter of two children that I never seem to see. But i know in my heart that they are my childern. Just as im about to turn to find then. I feel the spark in the air that tells me my mate is near. As I open my eyes to look at him, im awoken by a person who should love me. But I know im just a burden to her, even if she is my mother.

She wakes me with a bucket of ice water while she tells me " to get my sorry ass up and stop being lazy". As she turns on her heel and leaves my room. If you can even call the air mattress in the corner of the garage a room.

But I know better than to stay there and not listen to her. I can't handle another beating after the one she gave me last night. So I get up and find her in the kitchen waiting for me to make her and the family their food. Even though im a member of the family they treat me like a slave and I just dont know why?

Just then the rest of my "family" comes in and sits down and that's when the insults start.

My sister yessi, who is 15, starts like always. "move it you fat cow, you really can't be this slow. Is it that hard to make eggs and bacon" "Come on honey you know the girl is to stupid to know any better" my father says. All I can do is bit my lip it well only be worst if I say anything back to them. As I head over to place their meal in front of them, I can only ask why do they hate me so much. As I look at all there of them my father is six one, light brown hair with hazel eyes. My mother with chocolate brown hair that goes to mid-back, with green eyes. My sister is a mixture of both of your parents. She's five six, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Me im the only one that doesn't fit in. Im five ten, with black hair and brown eyes.

But I know im a member of this family even if they don't want me. As my family finsh their meal they just get up and leave me to clean up all the mess. These are the moments I love all day, when it's just me and have no fear of been hit or insulated.

This is my life, and my story of how I got a second chance at life. If you are wondering who I am. My name is Catalina De La Cruz, 17, and im a werewolf.

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I hope you like this stories. And thanks again for reading.