How to Survive Being a Teenage Werewolf

Rule #1: If Your Best Friend Invites You to Do Something Dangerous, Don't Go

Ok, I know this trope has been done before, but it's also been on my mind for the past few weeks, and if I continue to not get this written, I might as well go crazy from holding this story in and stop the flow of creativity in me for good. It might not be perfect, it might even be bad, but nevertheless, I do NOT own anything or anyone except for Selena McCall as well as any other OC's mentioned in this story.

I might continue this, but I don't plan to do the entire series at the moment since I have many things to do for the foreseeable future.

Either way, I'm just going to unclog my creative writing pipe of thought by getting this out of my chest once and or all. If this all turns out to be a big giant disaster, I apologize in advance.

Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up thinking that nothing can go wrong and then go to sleep having everything blow up directly in your face?

For example, you might plan to go to the mall and then your car breaks down on the interstate directly in the middle of rush hour traffic.

Or, you might prepare for a date only for either your partner or your spouse to call for a permanent end to the relationship.

Or in some cases, you might plan to spend your weekend binging on Netflix because you have no social life only to be dragged into the middle of the woods by your impulsive and hyperactive friend and then bitten by a radioactive...something.

Ok, let's back it up. If you can relate to at least one of those things, well, without the last bit about the radioactive something, then you know exactly how Scott and Selena McCall felt the night they were bitten and tuned, not by a radioactive something, mind you, but by a vengeful werewolf.

It all began on January 9th, 2011, in a small town in California, called Beacon Hills. The McCall siblings were enjoying their last few hours of winter vacation before school started the next morning.

What started as just another day for these kids, would end as the last night of their normal lives.

Scott was working on checking on his lacrosse gear while his younger sister, Selena, was installing a VHS tape of Sam Rami's Spider-Man in the small VCR. Both seemed pretty content with the quiet atmosphere in their house, until Scott heard a rustling on the roof and went downstairs to investigate.

"Scott?" Selena asked pausing the TV. "What's going-"

"Shh!" Scott put his finger up to his lips. He reached inside the coat closet and brought out his bat. Selena, seeming to get what he was trying to say to her, walked into the kitchen and brought with her a small frying pan as the duo approached the front porch, being as quiet as they could.

Or as Selena would put it, they went into "ninja stealth mode" as they raised their weapons high in the air, waiting for whoever was trying to attack their house.

"AAAAHGGGGHHH!" A shadow moved on the roof, causing the siblings and the intruder to scream while flailing their hands violently.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" Scott yelled at his best friend who was hanging upside down from the roof.

"You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles replied.

"Never mind that, why are you upside down?" Selena asked the hyperactive boy. "Get down from there before you fall on your head!"

"My head is fine, Sel." Stiles replied nonchalantly. "Also, I'm upside down cause I felt like it. Why do you and your brother have a bat and a frying pan?"