Blue Eyed Reject

{A/N: This story is pretty sucky at the beginning, but it gets better so don't just look at it and go, 'Ewwwww. She can't write for crap!' Ok? Ok. I promise it gets better.}

Fat, freak, stupid, ugly, waste of space.

These are just a limited amount of things that I have been called and it's all because of my weight, eyes, and hair.

I am a little chunky. I have ocean blue hair with snow white streaks, and eyes are blue and gold with blacks pecks. Pretty right? Yes very pretty. Amazing even! But nobody thinks so. Not even me.

I used to think It was beautiful. Maybe even that I was beautiful... But now I hate it, and me. Just like everybody else.

They call me a freak because of it. I get beaten almost every day after school. They accuse me of wearing contacts and hair dye. But nope! I am all real.

They've downright reduced me to pack maid.

And oh yeah,

I'm a werewolf.