RENEGADE | "You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody." - Big Red Machine
In which Ainsley Dunbar transfers to a new school and learns secrets about her new friends, her town, and herself.
Teen Wolf
Seasons One to Six
Stiles Stilinski x O...
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"God knows, I am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune." ---
Almost two weeks have gone by with no more mysterious disappearances or killings. Maybe Stiles and I were wrong, and these aren't human sacrifices but just unfortunate serial killings with a disheartening M.O. Either way, it's weird, but not as weird as the repetitive dream I've been having since finding the dead body at the pool.
The one I've been having the last two weeks trumps all of the weird dreams I've had – which is a lot. No one has a dream that Aaron Carter is standing in their kitchen baking cookies, but it's really backstage at a concert, and when you walk out onto the stage, suddenly you're the One Less Lonely Girl at a Justin Bieber concert and calls it normal. I suppose that's weird in a whimsical way – as in it's something that's never going to happen. But this dream is just plain weird.
I was walking in the middle of the woods. I think it was the Preserve, but it was so dark, I couldn't be sure. I was walking with purpose though, like Dream-Ainsley knew where she was going but Lucid-Ainsley wanted to turn around and run the other way. Luminescent fireflies were flying around, which struck both Dream-Ainsley and Lucid-Ainsley as odd.
Northern California doesn't have luminescent fireflies.
Suddenly, Dream-Ainsley stopped. I remember looking around a few times, as if trying to find something in the darkness, when a large tree stump appeared in front of me. The top was smooth, and I could tell the tree was old from the rings around the cut stump, and thick roots spread out from all around it. I could feel this strange energy pulsing from it, and Dream-Ainsley thought it was The-freaking-Giving Tree because she almost opened her mouth to ask the tree stump what it was, but then I woke up.
But it wasn't my strangest dream, so I ignore it, and instead focus on what I've decided to pick up the last week and a half or so, to fill the void that Ms. Joyner left when she announced she'd be taking a break from coaching kick line during the fall semester, meaning the team won't reform until the spring. Deciding to fill my time in other ways, I asked Coach – who doesn't just coach lacrosse – about a managerial position for the cross country team, and surprisingly, he agreed.
That and my therapist recommended doing something to fill the time, but I'll pretend I made this decision on my own.
Currently, I'm making my way toward his office with a stack of paperwork from the main office that needs to be filled out before the team's first meet next week. The team has early practice before first period, which I don't exactly mind having to come in to do things for the position since I have the time.
I tap on the window of Coach's office and walk inside, finding him to be sitting hunched over at his desk.
"Morning, Coach," I greet with a sigh as I place the paperwork down in front of him. "Uh, all of this needs to be filled out and faxed to the organizers of the meet before the weekend."
