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rotecting them under any circumstances. Nevertheless, my own journey has unfolded in a contrasting manner. Despite being a part of this

the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlig

eak by my pack, The Wild Rose Pack. Despite my parents holding the esteemed positions of Beta, o

pcoming academic year. Having attended the open house with my parents, I had already taken care of m

ck. The secretary's voice came from inside. "Please co

a copy of my class schedule?" The secretary smiled and pulle

eak for lunch before immersing myself in the world of algebra and creative writing. And to top it all off, I have a study hall at the end of the day. This

y face taking the brunt of the impact. "Hey, watch where you'r

your ass. You wouldn't have run into me in t

you freak?" he says angrily, a

y a classroom door opening

pposed to be getting to class." A tea

jock says, smiling at the teacher as he elbows my

s for my morning classes. Following that, I swiftly retrieve a spare set of clothing and hurriedly make my way to the restroom to change. Without

rrive on time, avoiding the usual rush and panic. My eyes quickly scan the room, searching for an available seat, and I s

eir desks away from mine, leaving a noticeable gap between us. The sudden shift in atmosphere is palpable, and I can't help but wonder what I'v

ll be teaching you about the werewolf government this

y desks are moved from their spots

e freak. We might catch something." "Bitch

nd Skyler are partners for the rest of the quarter. No

while looking at me wi

He yells in frustration, runn

ke to share? Or should we move forward with introducing o

uring that every individual receives a copy. Unfortunately, I find myself being the last person to receiv

I can already foresee the endless torment and misery that awaits me, and I can't help but feel a sense of hopelessn

to review the syllabus and jot down important notes. As the bell signals the end of the

r. I then proceed to exit the classroom and make my way towards my next destination, which happens to be history class.