I'm bored to death right now and don't know what to do so I've decided to continue typing me stories even though my parents don't approve of a girl werewolf writing or more like not approving of me. My sister and brothers can do whatever they want but, since I'm the youngest and also not a boy as my parents had planned. They don't except me that includes my siblings who don't approve of anything I do. Without knocking Lauren entered my room.
"you were supposed to clean my laundry stupid gosh I swear you get dumber everyday." she said shaking her head. "what do you do in here anyway "she said looking around my room or what little of a room I have. I got the smallest room in the house because what I lack is my gender. My parents are still trying to have the child I was supposed to be and since werewolves don't age they have all the time in the world. "get up stupid and get to work I'm tired of this everything has to be perfect before we go to Rome." she almost yelled. I slowly get off my bed and walk out of the room. I hate how they treat me but, it isn't going to change and I know that but, I always wanted to believe something else that I am a beloved daughter and that everyone loves having me around and I'm not just another problem in everyone's life.
Not really paying attention I tripped over something. Luckily I caught my self before I fell. Only to get knocked down my a shove from behind.
"watch where your going stupid" one of my brothers yelled. 'stupid' is a word I hear on a daily basis they all claim that I'll never amount to anything because they can't stand me but, if I'm so worthless to them I wonder what will happen when I'm gone. It's always Simone do this and Simone do that I wish they'd all just shut the fuck up and do it themselves. I walk away without glancing back at him because I know if I ever was to stand up for myself that would surely earn me a slap in the face.
"Simone come here" Lauren yelled. I walked up the stairs and into the second biggest room in the house and was instantly hit by the color pink. God I hate pink with the biggest passion I always kept it a secret. If I was to tell someone of this the only color in my wardrobe would be pink. Lauren was sitting on her bed looking stressed.
"what?" I said as politely as I could manage. As I walked over to the side of her bed making sure there was room between us. Lauren tended to hit in angrier.
"what song are you going to sing for the ceremony?" she asked.
" I Haven't figured it out yet" I said looking at the floor. She gazed at me for a while she's probably staring at my caramel colored skin and my black hair that seemed to curl Shirley Temple curls at the ends. Or better yet maybe my midnight blue eyes yeah I know what your thinking why the hell would a black girl have blue eyes. I can't explain it or that everyone in this house hold is white except for me. Gosh I hate my life.