Prologue

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Two boys and one girl. We where best friends or so I thought we were, but I moved and they are really hard to reach. I don't really understand why we moved since my foster parents died like more than ten years ago. I mean I could't be more then eight I think and then my foster grandma, my adoption moms mom had to take care of me. Her name is Mary but I call her grandma. But I still don't understand why we have to move from Beacon Hills when I'm in high school and will lose my best friends.

"I'm going to miss you two a lot" I say and hug Stiles and Scott.

They are my bes friends since I don't actually remember and they have always been by my side. I can't image what will happened if I can't be with them.

"Hey, we will miss you too. But remember we will write letters, old school" Stiles answers still hugging me.

"Why do you even do that" Scott says and watch us after he let go of the hug.

Scott is actually smart but when combining both Stiles and Scott they only have one braincell. That is why they have me or sees they would be dead by now.

"I promise I can call you instead if it's easier for you Scotty"

"Sounds good to me" Scott says with a smile.

I can't help but smile and then I look at Stiles that he is also smiling. But it seems forced. Im going to miss him the most, but don't tell Scott that or I think he knows that but don't tell him anyway. Yes I might have started to feel something else towards Stiles, but that could never happened ever so it's better to pretend and act that nothing is there.

"Are you two going to stop hugging soon or?" my grandma shouts from the car.

"Yeah, right sorry. I'm coming" I say embarrassed and pull away from Stiles.

"Goodbye guys" I say with a smile and rubs their hair.

"Bye Ginger" they shout as I step into the car.

They wave me goodbye and Grandma speeds of from or old home for the past ten years. Im going to miss them like hell. As I see the sign of Beacon Hills I can't keep the tears in me anymore and I let them roll down my cheeks. Someday I will see them again, until then I'm going to miss them like crazy.

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