Liam older sister, Josie, finds out the truth about Beacon Hills. She find herself tangled in the middle of supernatural drama. How will she navigate her life as a teen in Beacon Hills who has to save the day from ongoing threats. Will she be able t...
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And I would like to apologise for my future typos as English isn't my first language.
The teacher slammed my math test from last week on the table. The pencil i balanced, fell and rolled down on the floor. Mr Gill hysterically waved his hand in all sort of direction. He has been ranting for a good minute now, but no one paid no mind to him. Mr Gill class consisted of him complaining about his miserable life, than him actually teaching his students.
I picked up the fallen pencil of the floor. Carefully placing it on its place. I usually found Mr Gill amusing. Despite his feelings towards his life choices, he still kept going on. Never changed job, or never moved out of this unfortunate town. Where innocent blood spilled. Unexplained deaths shoved under the rug, came to light.
Last night, Liam came running home. With heavy breath, and a broken foot that seemed to work completely fine. He closed the door behind him and all the curtains. He lowers his voice and told me all sorts of bizarre. Almost unbelievable. However, he was covered in sweat. A fresh biting wound, that no human could inflict, there seemed to be no other explanation. My brother was many things, but never a liar. That is what got him in trouble for the most part. His short temper and big mouth.
"Better luck next time," Said Hope.
"What?" I asked her looking around. She pointed to my math test. It was a humbling C average. Another lower end grade. In comparison to how I was doing this year, it would be appropriate to celebrate. I was falling behind on all my classes. It has gotten harder to keep up with all the assignments, and activities.
On the blackboard now filled with numbers I fell back on my chair. We were learning about algebra again because no one understood it. Honestly I can't blame them. It look like the alphabet has thrown up on the board. If I wanted to get up my grades I have to start paying attention in class. It would be better if not stories about man eating people were not running around in the hospital.
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Two girls were arguing on what to pick for lunch. They debated on what was the better choice as if we did not have the same food option to choose from everyday. The cafeteria lady sighed and shook her head at the unaware teens. A long queue formed behind them.
"You know Liam Dunbar wreaked the coach car." One of the girl said.
"Who is Liam Dunbar?" The other one asked as she reached for her wallet.
"The short angry kid who always starts fights in school." She blurted out.
As it was my turn to get lunch she noticed me. "Shit that was his sister." She said in hushed tone as they picked the pace up.
