Christa's PoV
Morning routine carried on as normal, cleaning, making breakfast, going to school, and cooking lunch, being bullied, abused and so on. Oh yea, you may have noticed, I'm the omega of the pack.
Let me introduce myself, I'm Christa M. Carter (Chris for short). I am currently 14 years old and an optimist. I am located in the Night Moon Pack, as for why I'm here, well since my mother died when I was 5 years old, and with no one to look after me, I soon became an orphan who was later admitted into an orphanage where I began to work and learn some skills which wasn't as bad but a few months afterwards I was kidnapped by a gang of misdeeds who plan to kill me but instead abused me for 2 years before I was saved by my uncle who is the alpha of the night moon pack so now I'm here to repay by debt.
However, instead of saying I was saved, it's more like I was brought into another hell. With the need to repay my debt to the alpha and Luna who saved me but also to suffer the abuse and criticisms of the pack members and the pack's soon to be alpha inside and outside of school in secret.
Many people may wonder why I don't tell the current Alpha and Luna but cower into a corner, well think about it. If someone suddenly came to you and say your son or daughter is abusive and other negative comments about them, as a parent whose side would you take?
And for those who are wondering why I went into an orphanage when I would've stayed with my dad after my mother's death. Well, that is because I don't know who my birth father is, the only thing I know is that he left us to fend for ourselves.
Over the years I've stayed here in the pack house, acting as their omega, I've realised life was hard and I had no one that I could talk to about my feelings. However, that didn't keep me down, I was an optimistic wolf, I don't get defeated easily, even if I was abused both physically and mentally, my spirit would never falter or break. I was always looking forward to the future.
And it is due to this that I met my first and only friend within the Night Moon Pack, her name was Lydia Rose. The daughter of the Night Moon Pack's beta. She is pretty and kind-hearted however looks can be deceiving, as we got to know each other. Overtime, I found out that she was more of a troublemaker and also quite daring, unafraid of telling others about her opinions which sometimes I envy a lot however it might be due to her position making her more of a carefree person than me who has no one.
I looked over at the time, it was already 8:45am, everyone was already out preparing for the alpha's coming of age ceremony, he was going to turn 18 today so I'm busier than normal, along with my daily duties, I would also have to prepare for the afternoon party.
But before all of that, I quickly tidied myself up and went to school.
~At school~
Ring, ring the school bell sounds alerting students of the start of first lesson.
Just as the bell rings, I arrive to my locker, quickly unlocking it and grabbing my maths textbook alongside my calculator and pencil case, I then swiftly headed towards the maths classroom, looking down trying to avoid all eye contact to others so no fuss can be directed at me as I made my way towards the back of the classroom, seating myself down on the desk next to the windows as I look outside breathing in the fresh air.
I know what some of you may be thinking, "she must be a student who ignores the teacher and stare out the window in a daze throughout all her lessons" right.
Well, I'm not that type of person, I just sat near the window so I could be out of everyone sight and experience the fresh air and ignore the eyes of everyone else that comes into the classroom who may judge or comment about me. And looking out the window is a way for me to calm myself and a great distraction to help me avoid others.
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