Rejected Hybrid

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everberating through the entire house. It's as if she's unaware of the discomfort it causes in both mine and dad's ears, or perhaps she intentionall

nging in my wardrobe until they settle on a pair of soft black leggings and a loose-fitting shirt. Opting for comfort over style, I quickly change into this cozy ensemble, reminding

skin color have become a source of mockery and it's disheartening to feel like I can't be accepted for who I am. Despite my efforts to fit in, I've come to the realization that conf

Additionally, my skin tone, which is noticeably lighter than theirs, seems to be a constant source of discomfort for them. However, despite the hurtful treatment I endure, I choos

u had a restful night," Dad greets m

why do I have to go back to this school?

young lady?" Mom says,

made fun of, slammed into loc

ipal or the Alpha?" Dad inqui

r at me, making me feel like it's always my fault. The thought of going to the Alpha only fills me with dread. Because I

n. You are my only daughter and no one gets away with hurting you!"

ool. I also packed you a lunch with fresh r

d is simply unappetizing, and I can't afford to let anyone catch a glimpse of my peculiar craving. In a hurry, I devour the blood, ensuring not a single drop is wasted, and discreetly dispose o

dad stands up and hugs me before saying, "Remember, we

mean, why would I want to stay late, anyway? It's not like I have a bunch of friends waitin

nything I wouldn't do." I say with a sm

the bench, eagerly preparing to slip them on. Once I've meticulously laced them up, I effortlessly sli

symphony of birdsong. However, amidst the serene ambiance, an unsettling feeling of apprehension creeps over m

to nitpick and gripe about anything and everything. It's almost as if they are unable to cope with the idea of someone else wearing the same cl

of nowhere. Without any warning, they roll down their windows and maliciously throw their drinks at me before speeding off, leaving me completely soaked in a sticky mixture of coffee and sod

times a day because the popular kids and the mean girls always manage to ruin my clothes. They tear them, spill things on me, or even spray me with their preferre