The Chance of Meeting You. (TeenWolfFanfic)

Hello Beacon Hills

I do not own Teen Wolf

Chapter One:

    
 Moving to a small town called Beacon Hills, was definitely not my idea. This decision wasn't the worst thing in the world, hell I'd probably be moving soon anyways.  But my dad knows what's best, so I guess of have to just off of that. When we pulled into the little town, I actually felt normal. Seeing all of the smiling faces, the hellos, everything felt so welcoming. But, according to my dad, nothing is ever as it seems, nothing is ever safe, I should always be careful because you can't trust anyone these days.  
I let out a sigh, starting over is always rough. I hated moving just as much as the next guy, but I guess it gave me a chance to start over when needed. It was like being reborn, I could be anybody I wanted to be. This time, I would be me though just plain ol' Samantha Williams. I turned my iPod on and began to listen to music.

"Now I'm a warrior, I've got thicker skin. I'm a warrior, stronger than I've ever been." I sang to myself quietly.

I looked over to my brother and he was soft asleep, leaning up against the window.  He was tired, and frankly I couldn't blame him. We had just drove all of the way from New York and I was exhausted myself. I leaned back against the cool leather seats of my father's car. We drove down a couple of winding roads and finally pulled up to a big white house. I jumped out of the car, and walked up the steps to the front porch and into the house. I was greeted by a cozy little living room on my right, that had more than enough windows.

Turning the corner, I entered a white living room that my mom would have loved. Walking through the kitchen I found a rather large dining room that could probably fit an army. On the other side of that was a convenient sized blue bathroom. I retraced my steps and found the staircase leading upstairs. I followed the hall and found, first, my father's room, and then Asher's room, and finally my room.

My father had already come down here and set it up, and it was beautiful. It was painted a soft pink with white trim all around the room. The room had nearly five windows on it, and next to that was my closet. In the middle of my room sat my bed as Christmas lights outlined it. Looking out the window I could see the front lawn, and I could see my father and Asher struggling with all of the boxes.

I quickly ran down the stairs to help finish unpacking. Which is pretty much what the rest of my day consisted of. By the time darkness took over the sky, I was tired. However I pulled out my phone, and dialed my best friend's number.

"Hello." she answered after the first ring.

"Hey," I chuckled, "what's up?"

"Trying to figure and outfit for the first day of school tomorrow. And because my best friend isn't here to help me, I am freaking out." she sighed.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I laughed a little.

"Can't you just come back?" she whined, "How is it over there any ways?"

"It's the same really, the house is beautiful. Really, I wish you could see it." I frowned.

"Next summer, when I come to visit!" she sounded a bit happier.

"I'll be looking forward to it!"

I could hear her yawn from the other end of the phone.

"What time is it there anyways?" she asked tiredly.

"Only eight, why?" I chuckled.

"Because it's eleven here." she chuckled.

"Okay fine, then go to bed. Goodnight." I chuckled, and hung up.

   I sat in the chair by one of my windows, and that's when I saw the cutest boy I had ever layed eyes on. He had a buzz cut, and was walking with another boy. They were heading for the woods on the other side of my house. I bit my lip, he was really attractive. his friend looked up and saw me, nudging the boy who then looked up at me. He smiled and looked down, and I could see a hint of pink come across his cheeks. Which made me feel butterflies in my stomach. I got up and layed on my bed, waiting for the adventure that would be school tomorrow.