(Picture of Sahara played by Allie DeBerry)
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Sahara's point of view
Today's the day! The day I turn 16 and meet my amazing caring mate. I hop out of bed feeling nothing but excitement and walk to the bathroom were I shower and do my hair and make up. I look in the mirror and see my reflection. I have long blond hair and blue eyes. People are always complementing my appearance, saying I'm beautiful and gorgeous. But I don't see that. I look at myself and see a girl hiding. Hiding from her true form and feelings. The thing no one knows is that I'm sick of attention, the love and admiration. It's all fake anyway. No one can truly believe a stranger is beautiful. Yes someone can be pretty, but what happens if that pretty person is a murderer. Are they beautiful? I put on a pair of light wash ripped jeans and a white lace top. I slip in my black and white converse, grab my book bag and jog down the stairs.
"Good morning darling," my mum greets me as I walk into our kitchen and sit down on the dining table.
"Morning mum!" She bends down and hugs me and places a large plate of pancakes in front of me.
"So, are you exited to find your mate?"
"Yes! I hope his hot," I joke and laugh. Lies. Fake. After I eat my delicious pancakes I say bye to mum and hop in my car. While I'm driving to school my favourite song Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots comes on so I sing along. I hope he cares.Anton's POV
I wake up the a loud slam on my bedroom door and the words "wake up you disgusting waste of space!" Being yelled at me by my lovely caring father, note the sarcasm. So I slump out of bed, shower and change into a pair of loose dark wash jeans and a shirt that says 'Don't Cry, Craft!' On it in large black writing. I slip on my glasses and walk straight to my car, not wanting to spend anymore time with my family, and pack in general. I'm not very liked in my pack. It's called the Blood Moon pack and I happen to be the designated omega. Anyway so because of that I try to blend in, to not be seen so less people can pick on my and hurt me. It is pretty easy for me to fit in with my caramel brown hair that is always styled in a weird quiff thing because that's the only hairstyle my hair seems to like, freckles and hazel eyes. I'm average, normal. Well except the whole werewolf thing. So today's the day I am supposed to find my mate. The one person who might love and cherish me for who I am and who I want to be. A nerd. Huh, I've already came to the conclusion that no one wants me, so there is no use wanting a mate who is just going to reject me for being a lonely weak omega. I finally arrive at school, more known to me as hell and jump out. Maybe she might actually want me. Maybe she will care. I hope she cares.Authors Note
Sorry that the first chapter is a little short I was just trying to introduce the characters. Anyway the next chapter will definitely be longer so yep. Have a good day or night or whenever your reading this - Zoe
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