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song of the chapter: ghost by halsey

**Elizabeth/Effy's PoV**

"Home, sweet home." I mumbled to myself, setting down the last box in my old childhood home.

No, I was not moving back in with my parents, it was the opposite, in a way. They had passed away fairly recently, and me, being an only child, got everything. Including the family house and what was left of my parent's finances. So, instead of selling the house I grew up in, I decided to move in.

I mean, why not? I'm fresh out of college with a Bachelor's degree in teaching and a minor in English Literature, so I really have nothing to lose. And from what my parents told me before the accident, the school was losing teachers like nothing. That's why, before I made the big move from New York, I sent in an application for the position of English teacher. And if that goes wrong, there are other schools. Maybe I could even tutor for a while. After all, I was the top of my class. They would be a fool not to hire me!

Okay, okay, maybe I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself. I have to actually get the job before I begin bragging about how cool I am. And you may be wondering why I don't sound too broken up about the fact that my parents tragically passed away in some freak animal attack, but... if we're being honest, I'm just not. Don't get me wrong, I loved my parents, and I still do! But I was never one for tears and crying. Personally, I am more of a... Have one good cry and move on type of gal. But that's just me.

I looked around the box filled living room and sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Should I get this over with now, or wait until tomorrow?" I asked aloud. "...Yeah I'll just wait until tomorrow."

And with that, I went upstairs to where my old room was. In all honesty, it was just how I left it when I had moved out in the first place, maybe just a bit cleaner. And since I didn't really feel comfortable in my dead parent's room just yet, I decided that I was going to reclaim this room as my own once again.

I looked at all the pictures that litered the walls, old polaroids of my best friend Jordan - who I was visiting at the police station tomorrow, apparently he was a cop now - and I being idiots and having the time of our lives. I had met him a year after I graduated, making me nineteen at the time, when I decided to take a year to explore the world and get some experience of other places under my belt before going off to college. Apparently he decided to move to Beacon Hills after serving his time in the military after hearing me tell so many stories about the place, claiming he was "drawn to it" and "wished he'd come earlier so we could've been friends in high school". Honestly, thinking back on my life in high school in general was enough to make me cringe for fifty years. I was so... dark, you know? I never smiled, and when I did, you either had to be really close to me, or the funniest person in the world. I neglected all of my schooling until I realized that I would never get into a decent college if I had the grades I had and turned myself around. It was only in college when I started being the spastic, fun loving Effy I am today. Which is why I found the fact that I had come back to be a high school English teacher at that very same school hilariously ironic.

Granted, I am still a bit cynical, but nowhere near as much as I was back then. Now my sinister-ness is more of a secret. To everyone else, I am the cool party girl who was in a sorority and always had to crack a joke and laugh a lot. Not the Effy Ingle I was for a good eighteen years.

And when I say I hated everyone and everything, I mean it. I literally hated everything. Especially a stupid asshole by the name of Derek Hale. He was the typical jock - never left anyone alone, carried around a stupid basketball where ever he went, had a posse of even stupider teenage boys, and was just the all around bane of my existence. Just as I was to him.

I don't even remember why we started hating each other, but I know that I must've had a good reason. And that's all that matters. But he's behind me now. High school is behind me. And hopefully, I would soon be working at the high school.

I could practically see myself now. Ms. Ingle. Had such a cool ring to it. And I already planned how I would arrange and decorate my potential class as well! I'd put up some posters of some English stuff along with some of my interests and some motivational posters (just for laughs and official classroom authenticity), maybe even some memes because I am hip. Oh, God, I can't wait to be a teacher. And I reckon it'd be cool to teach at my old high school, too. I'd know where everything is, there has to be at least one teacher that I had when I was there and is still teaching so they could see that they were wrong about me the entire time. And I could bore my potential students with anecdotes about my wasted youth. Ah, that's the dream.

Smiling, I slipped into my bed, thinking of all the things that were to come, and all the possibilities that my future could hold. And with those thoughts, along with some memories from my past dancing through my head, I fell into a peaceful slumber.

A/N; Hello all! Sorry this first chapter is so short, I promise the chapters will get longer and the plot will get better, but here's just an opening chapter so you guys can get a little taste of who Effy is and why she's in Beacon :) Hope you guys liked it and sorry if it's a bit jumbled or didn't make sense, I just had to work around some details that were already written in the show, but I tried 😂 thanks for reading!!