Hey! :) I don't claim to be a fantabulous writer, I don't claim to be anything special but I love to write and so I hope you like my story. Thankyou to any comments/votes. I'm not perfect so of course there's going to be mistakes but anyhow read on if you like. So because this is my book I decided that you transform into a wolf when your eighteen :D
Useless, fat, ugly, cow, slut, whore. I've built a wall so high up around me, a wall that sheilds me from cruel worlds that come from the cruel world. All I've ever wanted was someone to love me, someone to care if I got hurt., someone to care. I wanted friends, I wanted someone to like me. I wanted to be loved.
I'd given that up years ago. My family was an abusive one. My mother and father sucked up to the so called Golden boy. My brother, my stupidly perfect brother. He was attractive that made girls fall to his feet, He had the friends, He was the best football player, he got a car every year, he got proper meals, He was loved by everyone. And I was loved by no one.
While I sat down in the grubby, ice cold basement with a peice of toast for dinner, my brother Liam sat up in the dinning room which was absolutely beautiful with a fresh homecooked meal. He had a large bedroom that he didn't deserve.
I've built my walls up so high I bet nobody could get through them, nobody. Not now. Not Ever. No one will, and worse of all nobody will ever try to. I wish I was beautiful I wish I had beautiful long blonde hair and big blue eyes and tan legs and a body like a model. I would never look like that. I am an ugly duck.
I have black hair that falls down to my bum and green emerald eyes with pale skin. I wished and hoped this was all a terrible dream and I'd wake up and I'd be beautiful and liked and people would love me.
I pinched myself. I closed my eyes and wrapped a dirty worn out jacket around me. It was still frreezing but I was lucky to even have a jacket. I closed my eyes and slipped off into sleep.
"Get up cow" I heard my father cold voice call from above. I made the wrong choice to snuggly back down and go to sleep. I soon felt a stinging pain on my left cheek and I cried out clutching it. He'd slapped me. Not the worse. The real things I was scared of was the beatings.
"Get your scrawny ass in the shower. NOW" He yelled and I hurried up the basement stairs and hurried to the luxury. Any other seventeen year old thought having a shower was normal. Having one now was pure luxury for me.
I peeled off my clothes, wrinkling my nose at my now sweaty and smelly clothes. I shuddered and slipped under the warm spray. I quickly washed myself with soap and quickly shampooed my hair. My mother was now screeching at me to get out. Oh no better get out quick.
I jumped out of the shower, turning the taps off and wrapping a towel around my body. I opened the door to be faced with a red faced mother yelling rude words after me as I walked down the stairs back into the basement. My life really, really sucks.
I found a pair of new shorts, flats and an old shirt from my older brother. Yes! New clothes finally! I picked up the clothes smelling the nice shop smell. I quickly put on the clothes and used my hairbrush to brush my hair.
I flicked all my hair over one shoulder and I was done. "Oi bitch come up stairs we have to go. NOW!" My brother yelled at me. Muttering a string of curses after it.
"I'm done" I said in a small squeaky voice. I kept my head down. My brother huffed and walked back upstairs, I followed him up and walked out of the house as fast as I could. I really hated my life, I was ugly, hated, I had bruises and cuts all over my body. I couldn't wait till i turned eighteen, then I can go away from here.
I hate school I get teased. Alot. What keeps me going is the thought of getting through this school year and turning eighteen. I remember when I was younger me and my brother used to be so close, he used to sneak me food and soap. But he stopped. He became the enemy. The one person who cared about me vanished. The one person I could rely on... My eyes fill with tears but I wipe them away when they start falling.
I see the school building up ahead and I prepare myself for today. I prepare for uneaten food to be thrown at me, people who swear at me, slushies, getting thrown into lockers. I hated these people. I hated my family. I hate... everything.
If I got told I would die, I wouldn't mind. I have nothing to live for. Nobody wants me. No one at all. By now I've stopped at the school gates with hundreds of school kids rushing around, I take a deep breathe and prepare myself for hell.
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