I just have to get to class, I think. If I can make it through the hallways to my first class, I should be okay. I shove my beanie into my pocket and try to push my way through the crowd. Most people just ignore me, but as I round the corner, I see Miranda and her friends, a gaggle of tall, gorgeous, well dressed shifter girls.“Well, well, well,” Miranda says, walking over to me as her friends look on. “If it isn’t little Baldy.”I’m not bald, I just have...a temporary lack of hair. And it isn’t even my fault - some girls (who, to be honest, looked and talked and acted just like Miranda and her friends) ruined it for me. Of course, I don’t say any of that. I just give a shy little wave. “Hi, Miranda.”“Oooh, she knows your name!” One of Miranda’s friends shrieks.“Did you make a new friend, Miranda?”“Shut up, guys!” I’ve clearly made a mistake. Miranda’s yellow eyes are nearly glowing with rage. “This stupid Omega is not my friend.”“I have to get to
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