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I was born a princess.
All princesses have flawless skin.
I didn't have that.
All princesses have long gorgeous hair.
I didn't have that either.
All princesses were adored and loved by the entire kingdom.
Nobody adored or loved me.
All Princesses have parents that loved them no matter what.
I didn't have those parents.
The only things I have was what normal werewolves have.
Not a princess nor anything of that matter.
I was born in Polar Cross. They called it Polar Cross because it was cold here 9 months out of 12.
I was born in a castle and left the womb of Queen Sahara Snow. I remember opening my eyes for the first time and looking up at my mother.
She was beyond gorgeous. She had long brown hair, deep brown eyes, and pale skin. Her lips were full and her face was pure.
My mother's face never smiled. She stared at me as if I wasn't normal. Her face then blossom but not into a smile, but a snarl.
"I went through 9 months of labor for this!" She yelled "Victor!" She called while she was still looking down at me. I heard footsteps come up behind me.
"Look at her! She's hideous." my mother yelled. I feel myself being moved in her arms. I then see a man look down at me. His face was scrunched up. On his head he wore a golden crown and on his body he wore a king's cape.
"She's a chubby little thing isn't she." he says. He looked at me in disgust. " She's still a purebred." I looked toward the voice before they finished speaking. I think it was the doctor. "And she has wonderful hearing senses--"
" I don't care if she can hear me whispering from 10 miles away." The man with the crown snaps at the doctor. I then hear an older voice say "Please don't use that tone in front of the child."
I tilt my head toward the voice. It was a much older lady, but she was still beyond gorgeous. Her faded brown hair stopped at her shoulders, her skin was golden and it had a few wrinkles.
"Whatever, I can't stand to look at her anymore." my mother said. I start to cry, not because of my mother's comment but because I'm a baby and babies cry. My mother hands me to the man with the crown. My Father.
"Ugh, she even cries ugly." My father says as he hands me to the doctor. I hear more footsteps as I cry and then my parents are gone." Shh, hush little one." The doctor says with his hand on my face.
I again hear someone walking towards us."I'll take her Doctor. You've done great, I'll write you a check. " The older voice says. I'm taken into her arms. I look up at her lovely brown eyes .
"Oh that is not needed. I don't want money for delivering the newborns." the doctor says. He packed up his medical bag and was heading out the door. "Oh Doctor," the older voice calls after him. "What colour coat will she be?"
The doctor smiled" Crystal white." he says. The older lady holding me looks at him in shock." There hasn't been a crystal white purebred werewolf in centuries!" she yelled. The doctor smiled again.
"Well one has been born on this wonderful holiday. "he says with a nod.
"Merry Christmas Doctor." the women says.
"Merry Christmas!" he replies.
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