I am editing my book Emily made her way to school and as usual she was dreading it, she was late because her alarm clock broke and she had slept in and now she was getting out of breath as she walked fast. She hated school and she hated getting bullied and she always made sure she was around people because Logan and Claudia liked to get her when she was on her own.
She was an 18 year old girl who kept herself to herself, she had brown eyes and long wavy brown hair that she kept tied up in a ponytail.
She was curvy but yet she hid her curves by wearing over large tops and baggy jeans and she was pretty but at school they called her differently.
She was used to getting called fat and ugly but it hurt even more because Logan her ex best friend had started that up, she would try her best to avoid him but he would somehow find her, she had thoughts of rejecting him but her wolf Eve showed her the pain that would never go if she did.
Copyright Clare Louise.
She belonged in the same wolf pack, the White moon pack as him and she had hunted with them a few times despite Logan's using his alpha powers to alienate her so she had made no friends, she remembered the first time when he had used his powers against her, she felt the push as she tried to go amongst the pack, he stood in front of her, blocking her, he laughed and sneered, "no one wants you, run along, fat mutt." She cried and went home, she felt so humiliated.
Emily remembered when they would spend all their time together throughout elementary until that horrible day in high school, two years ago, when she was sixteen, she went to meet him at the entrance of the school as usual and she was feeling excited knowing that they were mates but instead she found the popular crowd standing there and she saw Logan amongst them and he was holding hands with Claudia, Claudia enjoyed bullying her and now he was with her, this can't be happening she thought to herself. I am editing my book.......
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