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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄

I had been sitting on one of the barstools at my house, swishing my spoon around in my cereal. I still haven't talked to or seen my friends since Friday, it's now Wednesday. (god bless the teen wolf wiki timeline.)

I haven't even spoken to Isaac; he's been busy spending time with Allison apparently.

My phone started ringing and I looked at it, reading 'stiles' and I hesitated, before I sighed and decided to pick up.

He told me he was on his way to pick me up, letting me know that Lydia called him about finding another body.

It's safe to say that it was a silent car ride, well until Stiles spoke up, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.

"I'm sorry, Mags." He says, looking at me.

"It's not your fault." I say monotonously, looking out to the road.

We pulled up and I groaned when I seen Scott and his stupid bike in front of us.

"Over here." Allison shouts to us.

"Lydia?"

"It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool." She tells us.

"I got into the car heading somewhere totally different and ended up here. And you told me to call you if I found a dead body." Lydia crosses her arms.

"You found a dead body?" Stiles exclaims.

"Not yet."

"What do you mean 'not yet'? Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find a dead body."

"Oh, no. I'm not doing that again. This time, you find the dead body."

"How are we supposed to find the dead body? You're always the one finding the dead body!" They bickered back and forth.

"Guys...?" Scott speaks up.

"I found the dead body."

I look at the sign that reads 'Beacon Hills High School' and I see the woman I'd grown fond of, Tara, laying on top of it, dead.

My breath hitches in my throat as my hand hits my mouth, and I feel the hot tears going down my cheeks.

I feel someone put their arm on my shoulder, I expected Stiles, since I knew he was close with the deputy. But it was Scott, I shove him off of me before shouting.

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