I stare in the mirror with a blank expression. I see the same face that has stared back at me for years. But it is different, barely recognisable and yet it is mine.
My hair which was once a bright and luscious brown now hangs limply with a dull colour. My eyes once a bright brown with bright golden flecks in it now looks lifeless and empty. My mouth parts slightly and another tear rolls down my face. I always notice when one of my friends or family is even slightly sad, and yet I have been feeling empty for months and, no one has noticed. No one has noticed my
dead eyes.
My broken heart.
Or my shattered soul.
I secretly call my self the Queen of foxes. Because every day for the past year I have pasted on a fake smile, a smile to hide the pain.
I hide it so well in fact that not a single person realizes its fake, and I am so good at lying about my feelings and pretending to be okay that some people think I am the nicest, happiest person they have ever met. But boy are they wrong.
And they shall soon find out just how wrong they are.
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The comparisons of my heart.
Teen FictionThis book is about a teenage girl named Raeven she has been bullied and abused and treated with little respect her whole life. That is until she finds out that not only werewolves exist but she is one. But not just any werewolf, it turns out that sh...
