Being born the reject I was life wasn't so easy.
Somehow everyone in my pack hated my guts for some absurd reason I did not know, was I just too ugly to love. I hoped I would know the reason one day because for all of my life the only thing I'd always wanted was to feel a little dose of love. Just that little bit would be enough.
Sometimes I'd always wonder what life would be like if mom and dad were still here but alas all those thoughts were just dreams. Dreams I did not prefer to have anymore because of the hope they gave me that maybe one day everything would be alright. Hope that would always be crushed in mere seconds.
And believe me when I say I tried making at least one friend, I really did, but what did I get in return...a spit in the face...literally.
That happened in my first year in High School and to be honest I stopped trying but I never stopped hoping. Something I hated doing but still couldn't stop myself.
And because of all this I resorted to the only thing I knew would save me. The day I would find my mate. The only person I knew would love me unconditionally ugly or not.