❝In my entire life, I've seen more dead people than living.❞
❝I will kill you and when you come back as a ghost, I will kill you again.❞
In a town filled to the brim with the supernatural, the dead have a lot to say. But is Harley willing...
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CHAPTER TWO The Ghost Rule
BEACON HILLS HIGH school wasn't Harley's favourite place. She wasn't all that popular and only really had about two friends which knowing who they were, probably didn't count.
She stared at the building, deciding whether or not she should go in or drive her car off a cliff. She didn't know which one would be worse.
Eventually, Harley tightened her ponytail and adjusted her skirt before she walked into the building. She looked down at the black knee boots she received on her sixteenth birthday and smiled. They were her prized possession.
"Harls!" A cheerful voice called.
Harley glanced over her shoulder to see her cousin, Michael, walking towards her with a wide smile. He was a ball of sunshine. In fact, Harley always said he was Cheerio but in human form. He was now a freshman starting high school. She couldn't help but grin back at him as she took in the boy's outfit.
"Mike! Love the shoes!" Harley complimented as she eyed the orange flames on Michael's black high top converses. "Did you paint the flames on there yourself?"
"Yep." Michael said proudly.
"You're talented, you know that?" Harley beamed as she crouched down to get a better look.
Michael smirked as he adjusted the collar on his polo shirt. "I know. Mom tells me all the time."
Harley chuckled as she playfully pushed him forward. "Get to class."
After getting her timetable and locker combo, she walked to her assigned locker and unlocked it to see years worth of graffiti on the metal. Apparently some time ago Lucy Pullman hearts Kyle Nicholson.
"Ew." Harley then pulled out a black marker from her bag and drew a cross over the names.
"Hey, Harley."
The girl turned to see Allison Argent smiling at her. Like Stiles, the girl had also changed her hair. But instead of growing it out, she had cut it. Looks like she was going to be Harley's locker neighbour this year. Harley had helped Allison when she first moved to Beacon Hills last year, knowing what it was like to be the new girl in a small town. But they weren't close. Allison was too busy dating and hunting werewolves.
Harley did know her mother though. When the woman died, she had lingered around for a while. Victoria Argent hadn't been maimed or mangled but she was one of the scariest ghosts Harley had come across.
"Hey, how was France?" Harley smiled.
"Yeah, it was good." Allison confirmed.
Beacon Hill's very own it girl, Lydia Martin, was standing next to Allison, looking around at the students. Harley had never had one conversation with the girl. Lydia pretty much avoided her like the plague when she first moved to town. Apparently her 'weird' reputation had followed her to Beacon Hills.
