After getting home from the hospital, Hope tried to reach Stiles, but didn't succed. So, she decided to think about her problems instead of Scott's. She opens her laptop to search for any relative in New Orleans. After doing some research, she finds Freya Mikaelson's contacts. She wonders who that is. Maybe her mother, but it would be too good to be true. She decided to email her and see what will happen.
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The next day, Allison takes Lydia and Hope into the woods.
"Allison, when you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping, a five mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting." Lydia says
"Before I forget, I wanted to ask if you're okay with something." Allison says
"I actually really appreciate that you called me to be a part of it too." Hope tells her
"Of course, you are my friend too. Even if you are friends with Scott too, doesn't mean that we can't talk anymore."
"Thank you, Allison. I actually need some girl friends, too. It is so annoying sometimes to not to have someone to talk about my girl problems."
"No problem. Lydia, I have to tell you something. Jackson asked me to the winter formal."
"Did he?"
"Yeah. Just as friends, but I wanted to make sure you are okay with it first."
"Sure. As long as you're just friends."
"I could never betray you like that. It's not like I will take him to the coach office to make out with him."
Hope is shook. How did Allison find out?
"About that..." Lydia says
"You don't have to explain. Let's just forget about it."
Allison is preparing her arrows.
"What does that do?" Hope asks
"We're about to find out."
Allison shots an arrow into a tree and it explodes.
"What the hell was that?" Lydia asks
"I don't know."
"Well, that was fun!" Hope says "Any more lethal weapons you want to try it out?"
Some noises start to be heard.
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The Hope of Beacon Hills
FanfictionHope Tate is an adopted 16 years old who lives a normal life in Beacon Hills. Well, at least that's what her father thinks. When it comes to being friends with Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, nothing is normal.