A Brownie At Dusk (ON HOLD)

I tried to walk with them, but my mom kicked me and screamed "GET OUT OF MY FACE! YOU PATHETIC PICE OF JUNK! I WISH I NEVER HAD YOU, RUNT!" I held back the tears that were forming in my eyes. Me and my tail got out of there, and into the cold-heart of the city. "Mother is right. I'm just a pice of junk. Nothing! My life is a wast of life. Someone else deserves it, more than I do!" I told myself over and over again. I started to whimper. This is a WOLFS RAIN fan character story.