Trapped.

self. I do not know why I am smilin

rop top, and I decide to let my hair down. I smile at my re

whine as I approac

, my mom teases, smiling.

and she dishes

n’t waste time dig

iss her, and l

ch as possible to ignore him. I haven’t accepted

s voice, and all students walk briskly into the hal

y seated, and a tall man dressed in black with broad shoulders is al

n’t say a word and the principal nods. I pray silently that I will not be

”, the principal s

s, and I begin to shiver with fear. I have a bad

say, and tears casc

eeran reassure

mom I l

ut I can see the uncertainty in their eyes. I leave them for the princi

t. I know it. I

al’s office, my han

reet and bow my head in

I perch on the seat closes

ld like you to go with him”,

fall quickly down my face, and

, pleasant to my nostrils. I feel my Wolf jump inside me, and I am about to turn t

spers hungrily. I c

I open

I se

ze that Don Richardo is my o

s

y to run, but he yanks me back t

way. All the students stare at me, and my friends stand there help

sper, afraid he is going to t

know how he knows my address, but he stops right in front o

erturbed.

, and she immediately comes to wh

wrong,

” I stutter, p

nds, already worried. She however bows h

she says, keepi

, pulling her, but she doesn’t say a word, neither does she

he says, and my m

ou here?” she asks,

er, and she insisted on

y, sobbing and holdi

rry baby. I can’t do anything. Just make sure you

lance. I see her wipe her tears. I am disappointed, why

e not to touch anything, as I do n