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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"If I could walk on water, if I could tell you what's next. I'd make you believe, I'd make you forget." ---
I can't seem to get to sleep after the day I had, with the virus that was released into the school, trying to kill us all. It isn't like there are outside forces that I can blame that are keeping me from sleeping.
It's my own damn head.
My thoughts consist of Liam, who has been introduced to this world of the supernatural and I'm still not sure how to feel about it, the dead pool, which is basically just a murder shopping list, and the words I spoke to Stiles—which were true and valid in my opinion. Maybe if Malia hadn't been brought into our friend group so soon after Allison died, I would be more accepting of her.
But if I'm being real, I don't think I'd like her either way.
Still, unable to sleep, I get out of bed and wonder what I can do to keep my mind off of everything. Or to tire myself out enough that I go back to bed at some point. I decide to venture out of my room and move across the sitting room to the door that leads to a small crossway. My bathroom sits to my left, David's office to my right, and the small room that has our washing machine, dryer, and stacks and stacks of boxes. I frown curiously, wondering if going through boxes of things might bore me enough to put me back to sleep. I make sure to keep quiet so that I don't wake the rest of the house up as I enter the room and start to pull boxes off the shelves.
I find what looks to be old cassettes and a boombox, so many records and a record player that still looks like it's new. I release an uneasy breath, my mind flashing back to the cassettes in the duffel bag a few days ago and the record player in the white room at the Martin lake house. I continue to sift around the boxes, finding one that holds a lot of my own stuff from when I was a kid. Upon opening it, I immediately take note of the blue, hardcover book sitting on top of the piles of things. Amongst the blue backdrop is curled writing stating Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, along with a picture of a girl with blonde hair falling from a tree branch. I take it out and open it, smiling lightly when I read over the note written inside. My grandmother had given it to me when I was seven because we used to read it all the time.
To my Alice,
Never stop dreaming.
Love Granny Marjorie.
I don't remember a lot about Grandma Marjorie, mostly because she was my dad's mom, and she died shortly after my dad left, which was when I was about ten-years-old. I remember just enough that I used to want to be Alice Liddell, and Grandma Marjorie found it hilarious. She would call me Alice all the time. Placing the book back into the box, I look around for another one. I open the one to my right, labeled MISC and decide that there might be some more interesting things in that one. Instead of putting me to sleep, I think doing this is actually making me wake up even more.
