Arya McCall was, in one word, an oddity. She wasn't like the other kids her age and generally seen as a different specimen by the people of Beacon Hills. The majority of the occupants of the town knew who they were, where there from and some can even count the generations their family has live here.
Arya didn't know her past. She didn't know her story because she didn't have one until she was ten. She didn't know where she came from, who she came from. She was an orphan with no home, no family and even no food. Arya grew up on the streets. She used to sleep under cardboard boxes and dig through trashcans for something to eat. There were some nights where she was so cold and hungry that she went out and pickpocketed people with fat wallets. She would only buy what she needed and keep some money for later.
It wasn't until she was ten, when she dug in the wrong -or right, depending how you look at it- dumpster.
Arya was sure that she wouldn't this night. It was coldest night of the year - or so the old ladies that gave Arya a disgusted look when she walked by said. She was used to those looks, but she never understood why they directed them at her. She knew that she was dirty and her hair was oily -it wasn't like people offered warm showers to street rats- and that she and her clothes stunk, but there wasn't anything she could do about it.
Arya snapped out of her daydreams and surveyed her surroundings. The street was dead and spooky. The streetlights were flickering and casting shadows. She looked at the light that was closest to her. She was almost expecting someone to stand there every time it went on.
Arya looked straight ahead. Across the street stood a full dumpster. Behind it was a house. The lights were on and when she squinted she could make out a silhouette of two boys and an older woman. She looked away from them, the familiar waves of jealousy already roaring through her. Rather she focused on the trashcan and tried to dismiss any thought about the happy looking family.
Looking left then right and seeing only more haunted streets, she ran across the street. When she reached the trashcan she pushed open the lid and ignored the loud Bang! it made when plastic met plastic. Hungrily she dug through, searching for something she can feed her empty stomach. She never heard the front door of the house open.
"Are you okay?", a soft female voice asked.
Arya didn't think twice. Droppin everything she held and scattering behind the dumpster, pressing as close as she can and hoped that this lady would go away. Arya curled up, her knees pressed to her chest. She heard hesitant footsteps that just kept coming closer. Couldn't this lady just leave? She didn't want anything from the lady.
"Are you okay?" the same voice asked again. Arya didn't answer. The lady tried a different tactic. "Look. I don't know you and I don't know why you're living on the streets. What I do know is that you're hungry and you're not gonna get any long lasting or healthy food in there and that I really want to help you. So how about, just for tonight, you come inside with me. I can promise warm food, bath and a bed for tonight. If you wanna leave in the morning, you can."
Arya peaked at the lady. Her voice was soft and her eyes looked honest. Arya's stomach grumbled with hunger. The lady smiled encouragingly as Arya lifted her hand to takes hers.
Later that night she learned that the lady's name was Melissa McCall and that only one of the two boys was her actual son. His name was Scott and looked a lot like his mother. They shared a naturally tanned skin tone, chocolate colored curly hair and large brown eyes. Scott had a crooked jaw and Arya thought that he looked kinda like a puppy she once tried to save.
Stiles Stilinski was the other boy. He was awkwardly proportioned with long limbs and a wiry frame. He had dark hair and very pretty colored eyes. When Arya told him that, his pale skin actually burned red. She liked it when his face turned red.
After that everything was great. Arya had everything she ever wished for. She had a mother and even a brother. She had a last name and gained a best friend. Melissa loved and cared for her giving her a bed she could called hers and she could shower everyday and never went hungry again. She even went to school and finally learned how to read and write. Of course after learning how to read she spent all her monthly allowance on her own personal library.
Things were perfect.
Until Stiles convinced them to go half-body hunting in the woods.
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