Her emerald green eyes were slightly moist, and she could no longer control herself as she fell to her knees, unable to hold back her tears,
"Ah, damn it! Fuck... fuck... damn! Why me... why did I come to this world..."
Who could have known that just a few months ago, she was a high school freshman in the United States arguing with her family every day, not wanting to study, wanting to join a band or a gang.
She couldn't concentrate on any books, and her best subject in her freshman year was only a B-...
Back then, her biggest enemy was her old mom, who she feared would turn into an alcoholic, tattooed bum, or even abuse substances. She would even jump from her tightly shut third-floor attic and take a spin in her sister's wild Mustang...
And now, her biggest enemy was the Deer Race who called her "Little One" or "Soft Worm" every day; it was the endless blizzards and cold, and the tribe where if she couldn't deliver what was needed, there'd be no food to eat...
