Arabella craved an adventure, she had always been one to throw herself in the deep end. She longed for her own independence, something NEW. Taking the reins, she ventured past the boarders of the Salvatore School to a seemingly 'normal' town; Beacon...
Returning home after a painfully long day at school, I was greeted with my overly excited sister, greeting me with a bear hug. "I've been gone like 6 and a half hours Hope." I giggled, returning the hug for a moment.
"What am I not allowed to miss my little sister now?" she quirked causing me to roll my eyes.
"You're literally seven minutes older than me." I deadpanned, somehow making her laugh at my slight annoyance. "Anyway, I gotta go. Derek may or may not have turned another high schooler."
"Wait, what's that got to do with you?" She asked curiously.
"That sister, is a question I wish I had the answer too. Scott wants me to come with to check out the ice rink, see if the boy's there. You coming?" I finsihed, waltzing into my closet to put on a more flexible outfit. You know, in case anything went wrong.
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"Maybe later." She chirpied, tossing me a piece of paper and a pen. "Write me a note and shove it in your pocket. If you need extra help, or you just want me to kick werewolf ass with you, send it my way."
Scribbling down a quick message, I scrunched the note in my pocket. "You little genius!" I commented. "Love you! Try not to use up all my canvases whilst i'm out." With a wink, I excited the room, making my way to the car.
Just as I reached the parking lot, I noticed Scott walk through the double doors, i'd arrived just in time.
"Did Derek tell you everything?" The McCall asked, slowly inching closer Boyd. Sat on some sort of polishing machine or whatever, he continued to move around the rink, his face emotionless as he didn't respond. "And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moon. I mean everything."
Finally pulling the keys out of the ignition, the dark skinned boy stopped. Turning to face Scott with an amused expression. I saw fit to approach the two now, not interrupting them quite yet.
"He told me about the hunters."
"And that's not enough for you to say no?" Scott asked in disbelief. I only smiled to myself at the boys bluntness. "Whatever you want there's other ways to get it."
"I just want to not eat lunch along every day." He cut the boy off, his voice raised slightly. Feeling a pant of sympathy in my heart, I responded.
"Why didn't you say anything? Becoming a bloody werewolf is a little extreme for that problem isn't it?"
"If you're looking for friends, you can do...a lot better than Derek." Scott chimed in siding with me.
"That really hurt Scott." A voice sounded from beside us. "I mean if you're going to review me...at least take a consensus." he finished, gesturing to his two little pets beside him, Issac and Erica.
"Erica, how's life been for you since we met?"
"Hm, in a word...transformative." She blared, cocky attitude never faltering as she growled. She was really starting to get on my nerves.
