I walk through the halls, Paige by my side. The tension of mid terms hung like lanterns in the air and I was starting to get nervous myself. Not because of mid terms.
I open my locker, struggling. The voices have been happening during the day now. Whenever I open my locker, numbers, combinations, wander and collide in my head like screaming voices or the busy streets of New York.
But one thing has been bothering me all day. It wasn't the voices, or numbers, or screams. It was a lyrics. To a song. I can't put my finger on what it's call but the lyrics are scaring me.
Paige, as usual, greets Stiles with a hug and they walk off. Scott follows, as usual, and he walks off with Kira. I was just about to follow when Lydia and Malia grab my wrist.
"You can hear voices, too." She looks half nervous and half confused. I shrug her off.
"Haven't you already technically graduated?" I ask, not ready to talk about everything. Or really, anything. I freeze when Lydia's voice flows through my brain,
"You can hear me, can't you?" I turn around, just as I nod she exhales and closes her eyes,
"Well, you aren't a banshee...let's find out what you really are." She takes my hand and we leave school, heading to Scott's work. The Animal Clinic. Why am I going here?
"Look, it's probably just mini panic-" I start to protest but Lydia stops me,
"Oh, it isn't panic attack, sweatheart. Trust me."
