Dark Wolves

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Happiness... what is happiness?

Sometimes happiness comes in the form of close people or in the form of things we love.

And we prefer it, or even simple words that make us happy.

And all this is what I do not have. I am a girl who lived most of her days in darkness with depression.

It makes me not see people trying to cheer.

me up, and I rarely feel that happiness… and that hurts me so much that my soul is dull and I don't appreciate anything I have. I

always think negative and miserable, even though I know that my life is better than many people's.

Although I know that there is ninety percent happiness in my life, I

I am occupied with the remaining ten. I lower my eyes and sigh as I listen to my classmates squabbling together over a trivial matter.

It is not worth

Is love real? "It's false feelings," my colleague declared, angering the other even more.

She turned her blonde locks back with obvious

weariness, "You know what? You're an idiot, and you don't understand anything."

Her tone came out high to carry her things and came out quickly; my lips pursed a notebook.

Is love a lie or a truth?? She looked at me to calmly exchange her "I don't know," I said before asking me to go out, too, so our work date

It ended a few minutes ago.

After a few minutes' road distance, I entered the house and licked my lips hard when I saw my aunt, her daughter, and my mother in front of them smiling happily.

My mother. Has a big part in my loss of self-confidence; she always compares me to other girls and how beautiful they are and I'm not. Ugly

"Hello," I greeted with a smirk, ignoring my mother's angry and warning looks, and entered my room with a frown.

I threw my purse to change my clothes and threw them on the floor indifferently, which made my sister angry because she is the one who always cleans the room.

Mila looked at me angrily and yelled, “Your clothes, girl!” I always throw my clothes on the floor, and she arranges them behind me, but now it seems that she

I was bored with this trivial work. I

turned bored to pick up my clothes and put them in my closet scattered around, but that was my last

concern.

Sharply, she really likes to provoke me and see me get angry so I can destroy her with my hurtful words, but she doesn't feel anything; she just smiles sarcastically.

As if I were

telling her a joke… She ignored me to keep messing with her phone, and is it

The phone is also not special, but what to do? We have nothing else; everything is fake and trivial.

"Renee," my mom yelled, biting my lip angrily. I told her when we had guests, she forgot she had a girl named

Renee and

also the big Mila Why do you call me? To start comparing and talking bad about me

And my sister, because we are not good at studying or we do not know how to cook,

Well, in fact, it is a lie. We know how to cook, but she is exaggerating!

Her words used to hurt me a lot, but now I feel cold about everything she says because I

I am used to and no longer seek to impress others; that is disgusting!

I went downstairs to sit next to her, and she looked at me.

Speaking in her usual high tone,

"Look how you know how to cook." I felt anger rising inside me when she smiled.

Aunty looked at me in a way that made me burn.

Is this fun? Is it fun to belittle others and make them feel worthless?

for them? Or to pretend like you're the best person here just to satisfy your ego??? or convince

Yourself maybe...

"Oh really?" I laughed tightly through my teeth. I am a girl by nature, rude, and say what I think.

By it…but I do not want to insult my mother. I

Excuse her; it is not her fault that she is so kind to the point that they make fun of her and take advantage of her.

Without her knowledge,

"For your permission," I said, intending to go back to my room, but before that I stood and looked at my cousin with a slight smile. "One day… I hope you cook for us so that we can taste what you are making."

She threw me hate, and I didn't care if

People hated me? This was my last concern.

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We were gathering around the dining table, and my father was happy and cheerful to ask him curiously, "What happened to my father?" He looked at me with his bright eyes.

"I have agreed with my friends, and we arranged a trip. I'm sure we decided to go to the jungle to enjoy it there."

The forest of the dead... they called it this way, those who believe in werewolves and so on. Matt means the soul. Comrade

All of that were just legends invented by one of the writers, and no one believed them in our time.

This

interrupted my thinking. Mila, moving with enthusiasm and speed, "Wolf," she exclaimed, "Yes, she is who."

She believes in these things.

“Dad, when are we leaving?” I asked seriously to look.

To me, while still smiling, he answered me, "Tomorrow, even after we return in peace, we go home."

Uncle," I

nodded softly, grabbed the spoon, and continued

My food

I am very excited about this trip. I love the forests and nature so much because it makes me

feel a kind of comfort. I am sure that I will enjoy there.

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