New Beginnings | A Teen Wolf Insert

Prologue

Let's start at the beginning. My name is Devin Richard Stilinski. I have a fraternal twin brother named Avery Daryl Stilinski. We were both born on March 13th, 1995, to two loving parents named Mona Stilinski & John Stilinski. Now, don't get confused, John Stilinksi is our Uncle Noah Stilinski's younger twin brother, like how I'm the younger twin to Avery.

So they had us, but I had some uhm....complications. I was supposed to be born a guy, however I was born as what most people call Intersex. I had too much of both hormones in my body which led to me being born as Intersex. So I stayed both until I needed major surgery to remove the guy parts that didn't drop and were causing me pain, only for them to discover I don't have all the female reproductive organs and won't be like a normal chick, yada yada yada. You get the point, so back to the main story here.

Our parents had us, they loved us. Our mom Mona loved us the most though. She was so excited when we came into her life. She was a lovely woman. She had the most beautiful hair, it was black and very long and wavy, she had brown skin that glowed in the sun, and the prettiest brown eyes. She would call us her Pup's, because she saw our family as a pack of somesorts, whatever that meant. Our mom was born as Mona Macawi, and her family's tribe lived in North Dakota before they relocated to Arizona. Where eventually she met our dad. Ugh i'm getting side tracked i'm sorry back to the story once again....

Like I said they had us, our mom loved us the most up until the day she...the day she died.  Me & Avery were with her the day she died. It was our fifth birthday, she took us to this spot in the woods where she would spend her time as a kid with her family. And...me and Avery barely remember what happened next, we were told it's because our brains blocked the trauma from that day out.

But we remember what happened after, we were trying to wake her up, screaming and begging her to wake up, until the guy that had killed her saw us, he looked mortified when he saw me and Avery, the police came next along with Dad. They tried to ask us what happened but we just wanted to go home. So our dad took us home and we slept in his room that night because we were scared. We had nightmares for weeks up until her funeral. We saw our mom's family there, Nano and Poppa were there, they looked devastated, while the rest of them looked cold. After that day we barely kept in touch with them.

We then decided to try and continue on with our lives so we moved from Tucson to Phoenix. The change was weird but we liked it there, our dad became the chief there. And we didn't have to go to any more funerals until our Aunt Claudia's. Life was good, we made friends in Phoenix, and we were accepted by some while others thought we were weird. Everything was sailing smoothly with school, with home, and with our lives. Until the year 2011, that's when things started to change.

Eight months ago, everything was normal; Me & my twin brother Avery were happy, we were finishing off our freshman year. We both made it on the school's lacrosse, baseball and archery teams. While our dad was celebrating his fire station's recognition for best life saving innovations of the year. Things were good, we were finally happy and things were going our way, until......the wear-house fire happened. That day we lost our dad, our role model, and our only surviving parent left.

We didn't know what was next until our Uncle Noah took us in, and we made the move from Phoenix Arizona to Beacon Hills California. Stile's seemed excited about us moving in, he said we were his favorite cousins and that he was excited to show us around, despite the plenty of times we visited before. 

Now it's been seven months since our dad's death and it is the day before the first day back here in Beacon Hills. Stiles said he has the whole day planned and that it was gonna be epic, while I have the weird feeling that something bad is going to happen.