Dark of the moon (Dnf)

Tattoo - 2

I pulled my hair out of my jacket, hurrying down the stairs. Last night Lydia helped me pick out an outfit for school. She was appalled by the amount of leather jackets I had. But after much arguing and some compromise we picked on a pair of grey jeans, a black laced shirt and one of my many leather jackets. Light blue colored with my hair in a French braid behind me and my triskelion necklace. I barley take it off anymore.

"You're gonna be late!" Dad yelled when I reached the kitchen. "I know!" It's funny how despite my own mom is a teacher at the school I go to I'm running late when she's already there no doubt already receiving her new class. Dad published a book over the summer, and had since then decided he wanted to try something else. He had been a lawyer once before, passed the bar and did a few cases before he decided he didn't like it. But now he decided to get back in the game, get his license and try to start practicing again. Because of his werewolf senses he knew if a client he was lying or not. So he always knew which side to chose, defend or prosecute. He called the job a side job, just to bring in more money since writing books don't pay as much as you might think. He wore a sharp looking suit, briefcase at the ready. "You're gonna eat breakfast?" I shook my head as I grabbed an apple, taking a bit. I am in a rush, I'll eat in the car.

"God where are my keys?" I rummaged through all the crap in the kitchen drawers.
Yes, another thing that changed over the summer. I got a car. Well, more of a hand me down. Derek gave me his car. Yes I know, crazy right? He gave me his chevy for my birthday. He got himself a Silver FJ Cruiser, and I get to keep his 2010 chevy camaro. I never thought I'd see the day Derek gave up his precious car. However I didn't complain, I love the smell of leather in the morning. "Izzo." Dad tossed me the keys. I grin catching them, I had fallen quickly in love with the car. I could drive it hours on end honestly. Now I know why Stiles loves his Jeep so much.

"Thank you!" I peck his cheek and rushed to the door. "Love you, bye!"

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"Wait, you mean I have to burn myself?" Scott said appalled after I told him what he had to do if he really wanted his tattoo. Because of our healing factor, being poked by a needle is considered a wound for us. The only way to keep it from healing is by lighting it up because we have a harder time to heal from fire. I had to do it for mine, considering my crescent tattoo is small, it didn't hurt much. However Scott's tattoo went around his arm. It would hurt like hell.

"Yup. And we have to do it with Derek."

"What why?" Stiles questioned. "Because, we are not doing it in my house. The neighbors will think we're murdering someone." Again no doubt. "Derek is going to have to help."

"Okay, yeah, but still--" Stiles pointed to the missing flyer pictures of Erica and Boyd on the school bulletin boards. "Doesn't he have his hands a little full right now?"

I sighed. Four months of searching and we still have nothing. It's like they vanished out of thin air. The school had put them up, helped their parents and the local enforcement with a search party. But even with the help we turned up empty handed.

"Look, these are the applications for the career adviser. I need them sorted." We overheard principal Tomas say in his office. With Gerard gone he is no longer the principal thank god. Tomas thankfully returned, we can get away with so much more stuff now. Not that I'm saying we should. We got close to his open office door and listened in. "And, whatever happened to the library while I was gone? I want it cleared up!"

Ah, the fond memory of screaming because Jackson went kanima mode. Still traumatized here.
Principle Tomas pulled out the sword Gerard used and tried to use on Isaac. How did even get his hands on that? "And what the hell is this?"