Dark In my Imagination (Book One)

The Awakining-Chapter one

Chapter One:

"No! You can't kill Prim! It's like the freaking law!" I shouted, and threw the book at the wall. I was reading the last book in The Hunger Games series, Mockingjay. And can I say I am very mad with this book right now.

'Tap, tap'

I looked around to try and find the source of the noise but found nothing. I got up to go get the book, and put it on the book shelf, just as it happened again.

'Tap, tap.'

"Dad? Are you home?" I asked, even though he never is. Someone has to be here, and if I don't find out soon, my small little horror movie infested mind is going to come up with a psychotic answer.

“Matt? Are you here?” I asked, getting my hopes up. I got no verbal reply, but the same tapping noise again. Looking around my room and found the source of the noise. It was coming from the window. I walked over to the window, and pushed it up. I pushed the curtains out of the way, and say two figures. Two people were just standing in my yard. Fan-freaking-tastic. I squinted trying to see the two figures faces.

“Sco- Oh my g-” I mumbled. I ran down the stairs, and out the always unlocked door.

“What the hell are you two doing here, in my yard at,” I pulled out my phone, and looked at my phone to check the time. “Midnight?” I asked the two idiots standing in my yard.

“We are going body hunting, and you're coming with.” Stiles ‘demanded’.

“Did you just demand me to do something?” I asked.

 “Uh… No?” He tried.

“Is that a question Stilinski? Or is it an answer?” I asked. Scott looked amused by this.

“No? I mean no. I was not demanding you.” He stumbled.

“Good. Now I am demanding you wait for me, while I go change.” I said, and ran back inside. I grabbed a sweat-shirt, and got my ‘Bad-ass’ boots as Stiles calls them. He claims that they are because they have a gun-holster in them. But really, they are just any other cow-girl boots. I had an obsession with them. Don't judge.

“Kay, I am ready.” I said.

“Hey you're wearing the bad-ass boots.” Stiles said. Told you he called them that.

“She always wears them. And if she isn't then its the end of the world.” Scott said. I slapped his arm playfully.

“Not true. I only wear them when we go exploring.” I said, satisfied.

“Yeah, because they are her Dora the Explorer boots." Stiles said sarcastically. I  rolled my eyes, and dragged the two forward.

“I can't believe you made me go body hunting.” I mumbled at Stiles.

“Correction, half body hunting.” He smirked at me. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Besides, you were the one who said if we ever go exploring without me, I will skin you alive.” Stiles said. I rolled my eyes at his foolish behavior. Its slightly creepy. Why would someone look for half a dead body? Actually who would even cut a body in half? The fact these two idiots were literally jumping with joy is not surprising at all.

“I’m sorry Stiles. But if I had known it was going to be freezing I would have happily declined your invite.” I said, trying to keep warm.

“You are the one always bitching about how nothing exciting ever happens in this town.”