Notes:
I'm back, so soon too. I don't know I guess I was just in the mood to write. And I wrote two chapters. So after this one, I will upload another one. I really like the next chapter and at the endnotes, you'll see my I don't know what you would call it but you'll see it at the end of the chapter. Nothing really too exciting happened in my life. I started my two classes of summer school. But like not summer school like I got left-back and I need to take extra courses but like I'm taking extra courses in the summer to get ahead. I don't know if summer school always had a bad connotation to it when I was younger but I guess in College summer school is a thing. I don't know I'm still not used to saying it even though I've been in college for a while now.
Anyway, my cousins came over to visit. I should say cousin singular. My cousin and my aunt came over and brought good food and I ate good food. Other than that nothing really happened. I took some cute photos of my dog. And I guess on Friday I'm going to do one of those juice cleanses. Honestly, when I originally read about it I was excited but as the days progress I'm getting less and less excited. I'm actually kind of terrified because I get hungry and then my stomach hurts and then I can't breathe. And I don't know why but it happens and so I hope I can actually do the cleanse and not break. Because I don't have a strong will and I tempt into temptation all the time.
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Stiles POV:
Two days later, we hit a standstill, we had the information, but the memory thing was the problem. The moment we entered the town, we were affected by the Ghost riders; even if we knew we were forgetting people, we couldn't remember who we forgot. It was irritating. I have yet to confront my mother; I just didn't know if I could handle it.
However, Damon helpfully and irritably pointed out that maybe talking to my mother may lead to finding out more about the memory thing because she was our only proof that memory was altered because my mom died, and somehow she is here while my father is not. My mother was also the only proof that the Ghost Riders can influence the town that they're in.
Because as far as I know, every single person that I asked has confirmed that my father is dead and that my mother is the one who's clearly alive. So inevitably, we had to go see my mom.
We were going to rely on Damon's compulsion so that we could all enter together. I did not want to go alone, and Lydia was willing to come with me, but then Damon wanted to come along, and then my teacher also wanted to come along.
So eventually we decided to go as a group. However, my teacher and Damon are considerably older than me and look older than me, not someone I would bring home from a school trip. I could play it off as their college roommates, but in my teacher's case, that might be pushing it.
Also, as far as I remember, my mother is not stupid. Also, she can tell when I'm lying. She has that innate superpower, just like my father, that whenever I lie, they can tell, even if I'm lying very well. When I was younger, she always knew when I was lying. Like every single time, sometimes she would let me get away with it, but she knew. I never figured out how she did that.
We contacted Jordan, well Lydia contacted Jordan, to figure out when my mom left work so we could catch her when she was coming home. I also forgot to mention to Jordan that Lydia came back home with me. I felt like he was very suspicious, but he wouldn't betray our trust, at least.
I didn't want to surprise my mother too much, so I parked my Jeep in front of her house, which seemed different. The lawn was well kept; there were a bunch of decorations outside the house that we would normally never put there. It just seemed different.
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About To Be Known [Book 3]
FanfictionStiles is on a learning journey, trying to figure out his Kitsune werewolf hybrid self with Peter along for the ride. In this new town, going to college, making friends, running from foes, all the while learning about his Kitsune abilities on the s...