Who I really am!

Kristabella's POV

Why the hell am I up so damn early ? Oh yeah because my mother decided that shopping from 6 in the morning till midnight would be fun . That is definitely not my kind of fun! I swear if by mother keeps doing this to me I will commit suicide .

"CHILD YOU BETTER BE UP!!!" my mother yelled.

"I'M GETTING READY MOTHER!!!!" I Exclaimed very loudly.

I looked through my drawers and did my best to find a cute outfit. I have a very unique style you could say. It's like a fucking rainbow without any pink. I pull out some skinny jeans and a white crop top that says "Or Naww" and a pair of red vans. I took a quick shower and put on my outfit and did some natural make up. I applied some eye liner, mascara, and left my black hair to dry in natural waves.

"Kristabella hurry up!" My mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming!" I say exasperated grabbing my phone as I run down the stairs.

My mom stares at me impatiently and says sharply, " What took you so long?"

I look at her and think to myself 'please not another fight' "I'm sorry mom." I say.

She looks at me and just shakes her head. Ever since I asked her about my biological mother, my mom has been really on edge.

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"Try these on!" my mom squeals as she shoves my into a dressing room with a handful of clothes.

Sighing, I try on a heart cut out blue shirt , black denim shorts, and some blue vans to match and walk out of the dressing room for criticism.

Yay I think sarcastically.

My mom looks at the shorts criticizingly "I don't know honey. They look to short on you." I walk back into the dressing room.

I look at the other shirts and jeans neatly placed on the hanger in there and think to myself ' This will take forever.' I change into a pair of Grey skinny jeans and a graphic tee shirt. I walk out again, and she says "That's a little better." I stomp back into the dressing room.

Ugh she's so... annoying. I want my real parents , maybe with them I could actually get the clothes that I wanted. I may be 17 but really, can I at least dress how I want to.

"Let's go baby girl!" My mother says trying to suppress her annoyance.

"I'm not your baby girl!" I announce as I storm out of the store.

While walking, I bump into a wall... wait walls don't have muscles and six packs. Looking up slowly from the chest I ran into, I find a guy my age smirking at me. One sniff and, I know .... werewolf.

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