Chapter 2: Chapter 2

I looked at the clock after I finished their bedroom. 8:37, which meant I had three minutes left.

I gathered up the broom, dustpan, cleaner, and everything and brought them all downstairs to the cupboard.

"Wow. Impressive. 2 minutes to spare." He said; looking at his watch. Of course he would count the time precisely. He wouldn't dare miss a second at a chance to make my life a living hell.

"Now eat and then get out of my face for the rest of the night." He said, shooing me away.

I nodded silently as I grabbed a bowl of spaghetti and sat down as far away from his as possible.

We both ate in silence until he spoke.

"How's school?" He asked.

Since when does he ask me that question? But I just stayed silent.

"Answer me" He said.

"I SAID ANSWER ME!" He shouted; banging the table with his fists.

"It-it was good" I lied.

School was always terrible for me. I was smart, no doubt about it but I always got made fun of because of what my parents do to me. Everyone knew my parents were crappy parents and yet no one seemed to care enough to get me out of this situation. Mates were supposed to love each other and they were supposed to love their pups even more. I think that's why my classmates tease me. I was the freak with abusive parents, but none of them have ever even had a day in their life when their parents hit them anywhere else bedsides their behind for probably sneaking a cookie out of the cookie jar when they were a pup. Everyone had good loving parents; that's how it was supposed to be in our world.

They always tease me about wearing old baggy clothing and they claim I smell bad. I try to ignore them because I know I don't smell bad. I make my own handmade soap. It's quite simply actually. I get the flavoring from the blueberries, raspberries, or the vanilla orchid to make a vanilla smell, or basically any fruit that grows out here an make it into soap. So, I know for a fact that it smells good.

I get teased because my hair was never combed or brushed properly or because I was just plain ugly and fat. I don't know if I'm ugly but I certainly was not fat. I mean, 135 pounds for a 5 foot 6 girl is okay right?

The only thing guys found me attractive with was my breasts; even though I barely showed them off. I was 34C and that's what only got me attention from guys.

Of course I had crushes on guys before; I'm a girl for crying out loud, but I knew no guy would ever be interested in me, they were way out of my league. I never really wanted a relationship with anybody but my mate even though I haven't found him yet. It's been a year since I've first shifted and I still haven't found him. Most of the people my age already found their mates.

I bet my mate would reject me when he first knew who I was, though I hope he won't.

For us werewolves, finding a mate, mating, having kids, or getting married in our teen years really wasn't a big deal because we are werewolves. Our mates are our soulmates, the person we're supposed to be with forever; our other half.

Our lifespan is just the same as humans but our bodies are totally different. We have better eye sight, hearing, and basically all of our senses are enhanced. I have always dreamt of meeting him, him sweeping me off my feet and saving me from this hell I'm living. Most of all, I want to just find my mate, the person who I'm supposed to love no matter what.

I just hope that whenever I find him, he'll want the same thing.

Talisa's POV

I woke up today with a giant headache but I got up anyways to take a shower.

My parents didn't like supplying me with important stuff because they were selfish and spend all their money on booze and other crap; so I usually made my own soap.

I would go out deep into the forest and pick some berries and then I'd make them into soap. I know it sounds difficult to make soap but when you're me; it really isn't.

So after I took my shower I got dressed into some jeans and a lime green long-sleeve sweater and some black converse. I left my hair naturally wavy down and grabbed my bag and went downstairs, hoping my father wouldn't cause me grief this morning.

"Where do you think you're going" My father asked my from the kitchen table.

Guess I was wrong.

But seriously; was he stupid? Wouldn't he notice I have school considering I'm carrying my bag and it's Monday? But no!

"I'm going to school" I answered.

"School? Is it Monday already?" He asked.

"Yes"

"Okay, then, well you better get an A+ on that AP Calculus test today, understand? Because you know what will happen if you don't." He said.

"Yes, father, I will." I promised.

I wasn't that worried that he'd beat me because I always get A+ on my AP Calculus test. I basically top student in my graduating class for crying out loud! But I was just nervous that I'd think too much during the test and I'd fail.

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