I'm Back Baby...

I'm Going Rogue...

My name is Nicole Cortez. I'm a werewolf. And I'm a nerd, lowest rank, and the pack's punching bag.

And you know what the biggest shot went? My heart...

My own mate rejected me at the pack celebration, to celebrate his 17 birthday. He said and I quote... "I will not be mated with such filth..." Then he slapped me. "I, Christian Wulf, reject thee, Nicole..."

He didn't even know my last name!!! His friends had to ask around.

My heart was broken, I could barely breath... I ran out of that mansion balling my eyes out.

I don't know how much I can take it... He bullies me everyday, teasing me, hitting me, and my heart breaks more and more every time.

Well... Here is my story of how I was rejected, I turned into a rogue, and I fell back with him... Ugh, what is life?!?!?

"WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN' FEELIN ' LIKE P-DIDDY!!!!!" my alarm clock screamed. 

I clenched my fists and decided 'Do I really need an alarm clock? I can just smash it and get a better, simpler one..."

"GOT MY GLASSES I'M OUT THE DOOR I'M GONNA HIT THIS CITY!!!!" Kesha still sang as I debated the life of my clock.

I squinted over and decided it should pay for waking me up early in the morning for hell.

I used my clenched fist and slammed it on the snooze button but a little too hard, so I smashed the whole clock.

"Oh no..." I said sarcastically.

I heaved myself out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. No wonder my mate hated me...

I was fat, dull, lifeless... My pale skin made my unique eyes look like a radio active experiment, making me deformed. I sighed as I felt tears prick my eyes. But I couldn't let them get to me. I was ready to kick some major depression butt!

I stared into the eyes of myself and said, "I can't let them get me down... I need to take a stand."

I thought of when the Alpha talked about the dangerous rogues. I bet it would feel amazing to be free. Run wherever, travel around the world no one telling you what to do... Settles it... I'm going to be a rogue.

I was now determined. One more day of hell, then freedom. Maybe Italy, or Greece, or PARIS!!

I was so excited I actually smiled for once in my life.

I packed a backpack of tank tops, sweat shirts, every kind of pants, t-shirts, everything it could carry.

I moved the painting on the east wall to find my money safe, well a hole.

I was so mad at myself one night I punched it and covered it with a picture. Now I kept money from my two jobs in there. I got my first job at 11 so I didn't know how much money was in there.

I took it out and counted it. I had 3,000  with me. I shoved it in my backpack and got dressed.

I put on my old worn black chucks, baggy pants that had an elastic around the ankle so I could pull it up to my knees, and a black huge t-shirt that hid my shameful body. I tied my hair back into a bun and shoved all my mom's makeup into the backpack. She hated me so I didn't care.