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Because I Swore To Myself

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"They spoke of her as if she were the most disgusting specimen a scientist could have found. They muttered her name and whispered about her more than the charactors in Harry Potter book would whisper about Lord Voldamort. They say she is overweight and has a disgusting sized body and that her face was round and greasy with acne covering her big round face. They say that she has crooked and yellow teeth that can open any canned food. They say that her eyes were the darkest shade of swamp green that they made anyone and everyone hurl at the sights of them, Her clothes were thin and decrepit from being worn everyday, She wore dark skinny jeans and a big black zip up jacket that was about 2 sizes too big her shoes squeaked one the floor of the school or the house from being thin and overworn. They said she was poor and ugly, thus making her worthless and sadly...She belived it"    How would I know these stories?? Well to be 100% honest...She was me, and I can honestly say that I believed them with all my heart. Believed I was useless and that all I was good for was a punching bag...So after the rejection of the one ment to love hold and worship the ground I walked on, after the rejection of my mate; I swore to myself and to my wolf that I would prove them wrong. But to do that I would have to take the first step: Leaving this hell on earth they called a pack.All Rights Reserved

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