Introducing the sarcastic, kind, charming, and crazy.
Skylar Stilinski.
Also know as Stiles little sister. She's been the tag along sibling ever since she could walk. After the death of their mother, Stiles took joy in having her tag along with h...
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Skylar
My family were currently eating in my dads police car enjoying fast food. "Mm. Did they forget my curly fries?" Dad asked. Stiles currently was the one distributing the food cause he was holding the bag. I looked up from by burger, "dad Your not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones." "Well I'm carrying a lethal weapon. If I want curly fries I will have the curly fries." Said dad mimicking a stern voice. I laughed a bit at that. Stiles quirked up, " if you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong." "Boo!" I threw my fallen lettuce at him.
From the radio one of dads coworkers started speaking. "Unit one do you copy?" Stiles eagerly reached for the speaker but dad slapped his hand away. "Ha hurts huh?" I sasses. "Ya know what I'll make you hurt!" Stiles threatened. "Oh really?" "Yeah!" He yells as we slap each other with food. Dad silenced us quickly by clearing his throat before anything was damaged with ketchup. "Sorry." We muttered in unison.
Dad grabbed the radio, "unit one copy." He responded. "Got a report of a possible 187." As soon as he said that our heads shot up with interest. Stiles tried to speak with fries in his mouth. "A murder?"
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We pulled up to the scene of a movie store. Dad told us to stay in the car. Stiles and I peered through the window and spotted Lydia Martin in an ambulance with Jackson talking to the medic. "Oh, no way." Of course, Stiles didn't listen. He got out of the car as soon as Jackson decided to start yelling at our dad. We were pissed at the way he was speaking to him.
Stiles thankfully changed their attention. "Oh woah is that a dead body?" Dad didn't enjoy it so much. So Stiles sulked back into the car. "I don't like it." I whispered to my brother. "Yeah I don't really like him either."
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The next day Stiles left to see how Lydia's doing, I stayed home to do some homework. I told him to tell her I said hi and hope she recovers.
An while or so later Stiles came back trying to reach someone, probably Scott. "Hey, it's me again. Look, I found something, and I don't know what to do, okay? So, if you could turn your phone on right now, that'd be great! Or else, I'll kill you. Do you understand me? I'm gonna kill you. And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm gonna kill you, but I'm just gonna do it, okay? I'm gonna-- ugh! Goodbye." he groaned in annoyance. "God!"
"Well that was interesting." I was bored and Stiles seemed to be my only source of entertainment at the moment.
Dad came towards us "Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent-teacher thing tonight." Stiles hesitantly replied "...Depends on how you define "good news."" Dad looked very unamused "I define it as you getting straight-A's with no behavioral issues." Stiles responded, "...You might wanna rethink that definition."
"Enough said." Dad turned to look at me hopefully. I plastered a smile on my face as I said, "Only that I'm the greatest student to ever go to beacon middle. Nothing you don't already know." I said as I clicked away on my computer.
"You know it." He said with a grin as he gave a a kiss on the forehead, then headed out the door.
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This wasn't as long as I hoped it would be. Question is there anything you guys need me to fix for the character or anything cause I'm open to fixing anything. I appreciate it.
