Standing in front of the mirror I look at the outfit I chose to wear today, black jeans, a dark red tank top, black leather jacket (runs in the family), black boots and a dark red beanie. I hate school but you always have to leave a good impression.
Last night when we came back from our night event, thanks Scott, I went straight to bed. I heard Derek talking to someone else before they ran off, but I was too tired to stand back up to see who that person was and to ask what they were doing.
"Are you ready," I turned around to see my brother standing in the doorway.
I walked out of my room letting out a big sigh. "Always."
I opened the doors of the school noticing that everyone had stopped with what they were doing and started staring at me. I sighed , great being the new kid in school. I give them the famous Hale glare and everyone rushes back to what they were doing. Basically just running around trying not to be late for their first class.
Before I get the chance to go to the front office to get my schedule and my locker number and combo everyone started staring at me again. Seriously people?!
I turned around when I see they are not staring at me but at the two girls standing behind me.The girl with strawberry blond hair looks at the crowd of students like she has no idea what to do next. I look with raised eyebrows at the other girl, the one with gorgeous brown waves. There's nothing special about them, why is everyone staring.
"Maybe it's the nine pounds," the brown haired girl whispered in the strawberry blonds ear.
That seems to give her some confidents. She takes a deep breath, straightens her shoulders and with an attitude like she owns the place she walked away from the still staring crowd, the other girl following.
"hey! Can you please tell me where I can pick up my schedule?" I asked while walking towards the two girls.
Strawberry blonde is looking me up and down, like she's deciding if my outfit is good enough or not. Don't tell me I just asked the most populair girl in school where I can pick up my schedule.
"yes we do. C'mon we will walk you there," the other girl says smiling. She seems nice.
"I'm Allison and this is Lydia. Don't mind my friend, she always does that," talking about Lydia's very obvious judging.
"I'm Alicia, nice to meet you," I introduced myself while walking to the front office.
"And I love your outfit, which means you are now my new best friend," Lydia said finally looking me in the eyes.
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"It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was." I heard Scott say to a boy with a buzz cut as Allison, Lydia and I take a seat on the bleachers to watch a lacrosse practice. I don't understand lacrosse, never have never will. Derek used to play, but I was too young to come to his games.
"What if you can get him one - on - one? Would that help?" buzz cut responded. Scott seemed to thinks before agreeing. why does he need to now this certain scent?
"Okay. I think I got an idea," buzz cut ran to coach, well stumbled to coach. It's kinda cute .
I look around the field as I noticed jackass aka Jackson in a lacrosse uniform talking to an other player. Of course mr. asshole is on the team.
When I look at the field I see the players lining up. Coach throws the ball at the first player who shoots it to the goal where Scott is standing. But instead of catching the ball Scott runs to the player and tackles him to the ground. What the hell?!
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Little runner § Stiles Stilinski
Fanfiction"Run!" That was what her mother was screaming at her,.. those were also her last words. Screams that filled the air, and the smell of burning flesh was all there was to smell. She turned around and did what she was told, she ran. Far away from t...
