Can we be friends?

Cassie Robert

It has been three days already, and these are the worst days of my life. I thought my life was a mess back at my father's house, but now I know what pain is. The one I passed through back at my father's house is nothing, life here is hell on earth.

After that day that I was taken from the courtroom or whatever they call it, the women that took me away, cut my hair short and now I'm looking like another person. According to them, the rule of their pack states that whenever a werewolf is demoted to an omega, if it's a woman that has long hair, it'll be cut short and if it's a man, his hair will be shaved off. I'm still trying to convince myself about something, I'm not a werewolf. No sign in me shows that I am one of them. I'll never forgive him if ever it turns out that I was being punished for nothing.

Guess who's sleeping on the cold and dirty floor? Well, that's me. I wonder why people are made to pass through this much pain. We are made to sleep in a house that's bu