Hi my name is Lindsay Grace and I live a normal life. Just kidding. Ok let’s start over

Hi my name is Lindsay Grace and I am a werewolf. Well kind of, but we’ll get to that later.

I'm 17 have two wonderful(not really) parents and two awesome (horrible) siblings. I have one friend and her name is Kayli. I know weird spelling. Sue me if you have a problem.

I am the shortest person I know at 5’ exactly and I hate it! I have tan skin and dark honey eyes and dark

red hair.

Though I love my hair it is the longest and curliest substance I know of. Kayli calls me a unicorn because I am the only werewolf she knows to have my looks.

Anyway I am the most sarcastic person I know even though nobody except Kayli knows that. I am very shy you see...

And I am bullied by my pack. The strongest pack in America. The full moon pack.

I am seen as weak because I haven’t turned yet. I don’t even here my wolf's voice in my head. They see me as an outsider, a human.

They see that as an excuse to hurt me as much as they can. So to present...

I'm running down the hall to the front doors. Finally free. School is hell to me. I used to love to learn but now that I'm pushed around at school I hate it.

I take in the cold winter air around me. I breathe it in feel the energy flowing through the air. My closed eyes snap open. And I start running to the forest to the side of the school to the

pack house.

In the pack I am seen as the omega. I have to get to the house as fast as I can to start making dinner.

I wasn’t watch my surroundings when I trip over a branch and face plant. Dang that hurt. I stand up and brush yourself off.

Then I continue running when I reach the pack house I run inside and into the kitchen.

The kitchen is modern and cool. There is a big island in the middle with the sink. The 4 fridges we have are off to one wall while the two ovens are in another. The walls are a cold white color.

And here we go again...

I start to cook.