Chapter 4


    Chapter 4


    Winter’s POV


    It’s lunchtime and I’m sitting outside, my poor stomach growling as it smells the delicious scent of other


    students eating their lunch, my head hung low and my blonde hair hiding my face as though people


    wouldn’t recognize me. I stood out like a sore thumb. It would take a miracle to get through lunchtime


    without being osted by one of my bullies.


    “Hey loser” I hear and my heart drops. I’d know that voice anywhere, who wouldn’t, and I looked up


    tentatively, the other girl eyeing me with a wicked grin. My heart sinks despite telling myself to get a


    goddamn grip. It’s none other than Jessica, the most popr girl in school, her long blonde hair


    gleaming and shiny in the sunlight, her big blue eyes cold and condemning, her skin a nice golden


    honey tan and her figure slim and d in a cheerleader’s outfit. She lives to humiliate me and all I can


    do is look up from my position on the grass and wait for what I know ising. I swallow, my heart


    thumping loudly in my chest. All I want is to just be left alone, in peace. Is that too much to ask? Why


    does everyone hate me so much? I’ve never done anything to them, not that they care about


    something so mundane as that. They live to make fun of me.


    Sure enough, she’s clutching a can of soda which she dumps unceremoniously over my head as I


    shriek, my hair now dripping of c as sheughs maniacally, her cheerleader group behind her,


    giggling behind their hands.It’s cold, sticky and trickles down my clothes as I stand up, letting it drip


    down my back as I shudder. “It’s an improvement”ughed Jessica, gesturing towards me as I stare


    down at the ground “don’t you think her hair looks better girls?”


    There are choruses of “sure does,” from behind her and I hope she’s satisfied and that she’ll leave now.


    Instead, she walks right up and swings, her fist connecting to my jaw as I flinch, pain already shooting


    upwards as I ce a hand there, my cheek still sore from the previous day.


    “You should die, it would be much better for you”, Jessica sneered, and I felt tears well up in the corner


    of my eyes, but I was determined to keep them from falling. I haven’t done anything to her, but


    Jessica’s in love with my brother Damien and tortures me so that he’ll like her back. Little does she


    know that he can’t stand her, she’s so oblivious.


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    Thankfully, they all leave me and the bell goes for the next ss. I stand up awkwardly, my hair still


    dripping and feeling incredibly sticky. It’s going to be a nightmare to wash outter, but I also can’t


    afford to miss ss. My grades are the only thing I have left and I work hard so that, eventually, when I


    do graduate, if I make it until then, I’ll be able to leave this town and my so-called family and study, far


    away at a college of my choice. I’m determined to get the hell out of this town, no matter what it takes,


    and be awyer. If I keep my grades up like I have been, I might even be able to organize a


    schrship. Lord knows there’s no way in hell that my father would even dream of paying for my tuition


    and, quite frankly, I’ll be d to leave. I won’t be telling them where I’m going either.


    I’m lost in my thoughts as I walk slowly through the hallway, aware of the strange looks I’m receiving


    and the whispers going on behind my back as my hair clings to my clothes. Thanks Jessica, I think to


    myself sourly, it’s just what I needed today. To feel disgusting on top of everything else. My hands


    clench into fists involuntarily every time I picture her smug little face, wanting to punch her lights out


    and knock the smile right off her face. Not that I would try, I’d be killed within moments by her groupies.


    Still, part of me wondered if it might actually be worth it.


    I make it to my locker, just in time for it to be mmed right onto my hand as I’m trying to pull out the


    books I need, myself shrieking as it opens again, looking behind me to see none other than the asshole


    that is my brother doubled overughing as I try to curl my fingers and can’t. Great, he’s broken them


    again. It would heal because of my shifter blood but it would take hours and the entire time I,,,’ll be in


    agony.My fingers were already throbbing painfully and I swore silently to myself, Damien giving me one


    last threatening look before dispersing to his own ss. Clutching my hand in the other, I reluctantly


    headed to my next ss, wishing violently that this day would be over already and dreading going


    home once it was. I only have two more sses to get through and then at least most of today will


    officially be over. Home is worse than school though and I cant help, but wonder to myself whether or


    not my life is worth living sometimes. Who would miss me if I was gone? No one that’s who. But then I


    remind myself that if I did something like that, it would be letting them win and I refuse to let them break


    me until I reach that point. No matter what, I will not let them get the best of me. All I have to do is try


    and be patient until I’ve graduated. How hard can that possibly be? It’s not like things can get any


    worse than they already are. I will get out of here someday, until then, I just need to be careful and trust


    no one.