Inspired by the Tv show of the same name.
This is the story of 9 high school students from around the country, who have been sent to Beacon of Hope, a boarding school for 'at risk' teens. They each have a past as well as closely guarded secrets and...
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Stiles woke to the sound of birds chirping and soft laughter floating in through the dormitory's window. Once he was up, he couldn't avoid the bright light shining in or the incredibly clean air. He took several deep breaths and smiled. Never would he had imagined that he would end up in a place like this.
"Time to get up!" Scott called as he threw open the door. "You missed morning chores, so um, you have to report to the office after breakfast for a consequence." He shrugged.
"Morning chores?" Stiles asked as he continued to lay there. It was so nice a minute ago.
"Yeah, our teams on breakfast duty this week." Scott said pointing to the chart next to the door. "It all rotates. Got to check the chart! I told you that, right?
"Did you?" Stiles questioned as he reluctantly got up. His sleeping pants hung low and his hair was a mess.
"I don't know man!" Scott admitted with a pat on the smaller teen's shoulder. "But you better hurry, breakfast ends in five minutes."
Stiles took off at a jog, pajamas and all. He heard several bouts of laughter trailing behind him.
Chris was talking with a middle-aged man in khakis. They were sharing ideas while hunched over a map together.
Sitting on the steps and looking bored, was a little girl with creative braids swirling around her head and coming together in matching pigtail pom-poms. She offered Stiles a grin, but as he had just scarfed down his breakfast and hastily got dressed for the day, he really wasn't in the mood to return it.
"Stiles!" Chris called. "This is Dr. Deaton and his daughter, Gracie. He's the town's best vet." He informed the student.
"I'm the towns only vet!" Deaton offered with a friendly smile.
"Small town," Chris agreed.
"I'm just taking my little girl here for a nice fishing trip, and I wanted to stop in and get the expert's opinions on where the best location would be." Deaton continued, even though Stiles was less than interested.
"Like I said, at that spot there, the water is really calm but the fish still bite!" Chris said. "Good luck!"
Deaton scooped his daughter onto his shoulders and they headed off to their pickup to retrieve their fishing gear. Stiles watched them go until Chris cleared his throat as he held the office door open.
