Present Day-- Lilliana's POV--
I slowly trudged down the steps and into the dining room where my new "family" was sitting. It was dinner time in the McCreedy house, and I was not looking forward to it. At the table sat my adoptive father Ben, my adoptive mother Fran, and the girl who made my life hell, my adpotive sister, Jill. In the middle of the table was the wonderful lasanga I had made, along with a fresh salad and garlic bread. But I'd never get any.
Moving quietly through the dining room I mae my way into the kitchen and proceeded to make myself a frozen T.V. dinner. I was only allowed to have the cheapest frozen food, while my "family" enjoyed my cooking. I popped my mac and cheese into the microwave and set the time.
It just wasn't fair. I was prettier than Jill, by a landslide. While she had long white-blonde hair that fell in gentle waves to the small of her back, Jill had shoulder length mud brown hair. i had striking white blue eyes, whilst Jill had poop brown ones. I had curves in all the rght places, and was a bit chesty, Jill was a size A cup and just had a flat stomach, it wasn't toned like mine.
The dinging of the microwave brought me out of my thoughts. I quickly opened the package and shoveled all of the cheesy goodness into my mouth. I was starving. I hated eaten in about two days.
"It's no wonder you're so fat with the way you eat." I heard Jill snicker from behind me. I chose to ignore her and finish the last of my dinner. I threw the carton away and proceeded to clean up the mess everyone had left from dinner. After everything was finished, I went upstairs. I pulled the ladder down from the attic, and made my way to my room.
Yep, they stuck me in the attic. I had nothing but a yoga mat to sleep on and a small childs blanket to cover myself with. My closet was a pipe and hangers, my bathroom was a bucket and my changing area was a small screen. My wardrobe was mostly made up of boy clothes because they were baggy. Ben and Fran wanted Jill to shine and they made sure I was left in the dark.
Sighing, I pulled on two pairs of sweatpants, two longsleeved shirts and a sweatshirt, along with our pairs of socks. It was winter time in Maryland and I had learned from experience just how cold my attic room could get. After laying down on my yoga mat, I drifted off to sleep.
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The first thing I woke up to was ice cold water being thrown on me. I sat up in shock and saw Jill standing there with a wicked grin on her face.
"Get up freak. It's time for school. Mom and Dad said that if I didn't wake you, you wouldn't be up in time to fix our breakfast so hurry it up fatass." She said, then threw the metal bucket at my head, with her werewolf strength. My heightened reflexes didn't seem to be working this early in the morning, and the bucket smashed against my head. I groaned and heard Jill laughing as she climbed down the ladder.
I pulled off my warm, but wet clothes and shivered as the old air hit my skin, causing goosebumps to spread all over my body. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a baggy Nike tee-shirt. My undergarments and my jeans were the only things that fit me. And only because I bought them myself. I brushed my long, beautiful hair and tossed it up into a messy bun. I pulled on my old Addidas sneakers and made my way to the kitchen.
After making everybody breakfast, I pulled on a navy blue hoodie two sizes too big and made my way to school. I had to walk and hour to get there, while Jill drove only twenty minutes. I liked the long walks to school, it gave me time to prepare myself for all the teasing and bullying. Yes, the McCreedy family had made me the reject of the pack so I got picked on. And if I ever fought back, I was punished severly.
As soon as I opened the doors to the school I was tripped, a normal occurance. The laughter ensued but I was oblivious. I was used to it. Soon, a boy from the pack named Hank approached me. I was expecting a slap but instead, he took me to an empty classroom. My pulse picked up and I began to panic. Fear was evident in my eyes as he locked the door. Then, he turned towards me with a smile on his face. He didn't walk over in a threatening manner, but a calm one.
