My Snowy Snowy Wolf

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My Snowy Snowy Wolf

Chapter 1.

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"Sophia's POV.

"Sophia are you done yet?" my mother's irritated voice rang from outside my room door.

"Give me ten more minutes." I mumbled.

I straightened out the dress I had chosen to wear to the birthday party I was to attend. It was a deep purple dress that cut off at my knees and it was strapless. I looked at myself in the mirror with disgust. Even though i truly thought i looked okay, everyone else would probably think i looked disgusting. It was always this way, no matter what i wore or whether i put in effort to put in makeup, everyone made fun of me. It was sad, but i was used to it. I was so used to this cruel world that i have become almost numb to everything.

My arms were awkwardly hanging out from the dress that I was wearing, it was very tight at the top and flowy at the bottom. I sighed as I started loosely curling my naturally light brown hair and tied it into a ponytail.

I applied a very thin layer of makeup as I did not want to over do it to make me look like a whore. Some mascara, a bit of eyeshadow and lastly some baby pink lip gloss.

I looked at myself one last time in my vanity mirror before putting on my favourite pair of nude heels and slinging a black shawl over my shoulders to hide my arms, making my way down the huge spiral staircase.

"Finally your ready. Oh darling you look very pretty" my mother plastered a huge smile on her face before hugging me tightly.

"She looks like a constipated chicken in that dress mom!" my twin sister, Shelly, commented in her usual bitchy tone before flipping her bleach blonde hair over her shoulder.

Unlike me, Shelly as actually considered "pretty" in our pack. I was the only one who seemed to notice that was not the case as practically her whole body was fake, from bleaching her usual brown hair to the many lip, nose and even breast surgery or implants she received. But even I have to admit she looked flawless in the burgundy red tight dress she wore that was only long enough to over her butt.

Though she looked like she had dipped her entire face into makeup.

My mom gave her a warning look before interlocking her hands with my dad as we made our way to the limo waiting for us. My sister, was top of the social ladder in school, while I, was at the bottom. It was kind of like nature's food chain, only that it was worse.

She was the head cheerleader, I was a "nerd". She had tone of (fake) friends, while I had none. In school, she would completely ignore me and treat me like I was trash.

It used to be different when we were younger. We used to be best friends until we stepped into high school where social status came before family.

The only two things that I ever beaten her in was that I was obviously smarter than her as she had a brain the size of a peanut and she never really cared if she failed her grades. The other thing was that my wolf was much stronger and prettier than her wolf was.

Her wolf's fur was a light brownish colour, which was common in our pack.

Mine, however, was snow white and was tainted a light brown on my four paws and at the tip of my tail. It was a rare kind of wolf, and what I had heard was that the only other wolf that had a similar colour to mine was my great great great great great grandmother.

That was the only thing I was proud of, the fact that my wolf was gorgeous.

My father was the Beta of our pack, the Moon Creak pack. And I am proud to say that I am part of one of the largest packs in the country. There were about 9 packs in the whole country, there used to be 10 about 500 years ago, but they were all killed by the werewolve's greatest enemy - the vampires.