(slow updates) Beautiful Mistakes || S. Stilinski •

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I heard someone calling my name. I was half asleep in the car with my mom so I assumed it was her.

"Elise, come on, we're here." I was gently shaken and my eyes opened slowly.

My mom had opened the door of my side of the car.

"Mmm, I'm coming." I said as I climbed out slowly.

We had been driving for a total of ten hours. I would have driven but I didn't have my license yet and my mom said that's illegal. Eh, laws are whatever.

But we just arrived in Beacon Hills. Our new home awaited twenty feet away from me. It was the only house in town for sate at the moment.

And it was close enough to school for me to walk without stealing the car.

We moved to avoid my dad, who was a grade A asshole that could suck my imaginary dick.

I got up out of the car and grabbed whatever bags were in the car trunk.

My mother had flown down to Beacon Hills a week prior to sort out the house. Most of our stuff was already here. The rest was in a moving truck about four hours away.

In four hours, it would be 7:00 am.

I was tired as hell.

My mom unlocked the door to the house and we walked in. She turned on the light on the side of the wall and I was enveloped in sudden brightness.

The house had most of our furniture and was pretty open.

"Hon, your bedroom is upstairs and at the end of the hall to the right. The bathroom is across the hall. I'm going to sleep in a few minutes but let me unpack the food," My mom said as she hauled a large cooler filled mostly with junk food to the kitchen.

It was a decent house. I walked upstairs and found a light switch and then hobbled to my room. I was careful not to trip over the boxes littering the hallway.

I found my room and peered in. My mom had shabbily decorated for me. With my duffle bag in hand, I changed my clothes and plopped down on my bed.

I started school in two days. Making an entrance on the first day of school as the new girl. It won't be long until rumours start circulating about me.

My bastard father was on the news last week and it somehow reached Beacon Hills.

At least that abusive asshole is in jail now.

Anyway, I got tired and passed out.

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I woke up and panicked. And then I calmed down. Because I woke up in a hella strange place and for a second I thought I got kidnapped.

I looked around. It had gotten lighter out but I checked my phone.

6:45 am.

I was somewhat refreshed even though I haven't had a full 8 hours of sleep in at least a month.

I looked around my room and saw a lamp on my nightstand.

I turned it on and my room was illuminated.

I had my radio, CD stack, bookshelves, and a closet full of clothes.

It felt homey. More homier than my old house.

My dad hated that I read. He used to tell me that women that read were never going to accomplish anything.