Once A Luna, Now A Stealer?

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t, clammy with sweat, my he

question myself, ‘So

of dawn peaking under the dark curtain of the night. I check my bedside clock and

It’s my bir

her hand, it was one whole day to remind you ‘Congratulations, you were born, now deal with it.’ If you’re lucky, people will have a little sympathy

was young, but since I’ve been old enough to remember things, I’ve been deemed too big for parties. My adoptive sister Ruelle had one each year,

not my thing. But this

oming-of-age ceremony. While I couldn’t care less about whatever changes are going to happen with our so

, one that I love. Everyone knows that the person you fall in love w

de hair into a high ponytail so it won’t bother me while working, I dab some mascara to halo my eyes. Once, a boy who had a crush on me said th

d straight, white teeth that looked sharp. These are only routine rituals that I do every morning, but they manage to calm my nerves. Somewhat. I k

I need to g

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esence?” Ruelle snarks as soon as she sees me.

et her, simply. "And y

e has already inhabited, and I know that siblings talk to each other this way. But I don’t th

k contacts. We looked nothing alike, her with her impeccable get-up and me in my ratty old clothes. She was beautiful, and she knew it, using it in time to get whatever she wanted. The prid

e my dad reads the paper, not bothering with a reply. My mother swa

and she never tried to hide her dislike for me. Once upon a time, she might’ve loved me. That was

hey no

glancing at her, waiting

ck will be in

lly how these

t will take for my brain to finally give up and bleed

you think it’s beneath you, but you have a duty to this family to represent us in a respectable l

ng her eyes on her. It didn’t use to be this bad. But as I grew up, so did her dislike. Honestly, I

hey, he rarely talks with his own daughter too, so the hurt is minimal. We all know that he’d always wante

ince. He only speaks with us w

r is getting more and more difficult to contain thes

ave my frien

e for who I am, even love me for it. But this is the woman who raised me and even af

lista?” My m

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ments.” She states. “The only good thing going on for you is that boyfriend

er all, she had a reputation to maintain. Because of this, the whole pack was under the notion that my home life was the same. Farris Leighwen, my boyfriend, and my best friend, Esther, were th

. So, I was fed, educated, given enough clothing, makeup and everything else I’d need, even an allowance. However, my birthday was never celebrated. When I was a toddler, it might’ve been, but as I grew older I wa

as always what I lacked they pointed out over and over again. There was no love or warmth in our interactions. Ruelle mocked me for one thing or the other, mother did the same but indirectly, always making me feel like something was wrong with me for

that my boyfriend was no one ordinary. After all,