LIGHT ° S. MCCALL [1]

i ° new girl

Lydia handed the deadpool list to Scott. "It has the names of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills on it." Lydia said. Scott took the list and surveyed it for a moment. A moment was all it took notice five names that greatly peaked his interest.

JOSEPH SANCHEZ      250K
AVA SANCHEZ                15M
TYLER SANCHEZ          100K
ANNA SANCHEZ           50K
ELENA SANCHEZ          35M
JEREMY SANCHEZ       100K

"Who's Elena Sanchez?" Scott muttered. At that time, the bell rang, causing Scott to quickly fold the list and shove it in his backpack. But still, the question rang in his mind.

Who is Elena Sanchez?

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Elena took a deep breath, drumming her fingers on the glossy front of her five subject notebook. It was the only way to keep her from biting her nails, and Anna would kill her if she did that; she had just got them manicured. Why? Elena had no clue. If it was up to her, Elena would opt to wear baggy t-shirts and loose sweatpants all day, every day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Of course, Elena had an overbearing fashionista for an older sister, so there was no way in hell that was going to happen. "Miss. Sanchez?" A voice rang, forcefully dragging Elena from her thoughts. She stood up, alert and focused on the man. "I'm your vice principal, Mr. Landon. I want to be the first to welcome you to Beacon Hills High School before I show you to your first class." He said, extended his hand. Elena grabbed onto it and shook it firmly. "If you'll follow me, Miss. Sanchez." He said.

It may have been a short walk, but between Mr. Landon's attempts at making conversation and Elena's feeble replies, it felt as though it had taken hours. But finally, finally, they had reached her Home Economics class, which was to be her homeroom for that year. "Coach Finstock? You have a new student." Mr. Landon said.

Coach Finstock looked from his classroom, gesturing for Elena to come closer as Mr. Landon left the class. "Alright, sweetheart, tell us your name so that you can take your seat." Coach said.

Elena looked into the small sea of people, one dark-haired, tan-skinned boy staring at her intensely. "Um... I'm Elena Sanchez. I just moved here from Palo Alto in Northern Cali. That's about it." Elena said softly.

"Okay, welcome, Elena, now take a seat." Coach Finstock said. Elena walked down the aisle and took a seat next to the dark-haired boy, who of which was still staring at her. "McCall! Stop staring at the new girl!" Coach proceeded to bark. The McCall boy then faced front, leaving Elena to produce a dark red blush.