Chapter 2: Freak

My mom left me in Guatemala with my grandma and ran off to the United States with my dad to live a better life. They said I was a freak. I was born with a wolf drawing on my stomach. It was simple but beautiful. It was on top of my belly button. Not only that but my left eye was mint green and my right eye was baby blue. They go well with my pitch black hair. I see myself very beautiful but no one likes to hang around me. As a 10 year old, its painful to be alone and when I'm not alone I'm getting either beat up or yelled at.