Teen Wolf | One Shots

Malisaac •

Malia's POV

'So, Malia, we are going to be introducing you to the rest of the pack later on today', Stiles told me eagerly.

I am a werecoyote. 8 years ago I was in a car crash which killed my adopted mother and my sister. I blamed myself for their murder until I found out recently that my biological mother was the person who caused the crash because she wanted to kill me. For 8 years I was the the woods in the form of a coyote until recently when Scott McCall and his pack, brought be back to being human. At first I wasn't thankful, but now, I actually am. I get to live like an average teenager again. Except the fact that I turn into a monster every fullmoon and will try to kill anything that's in my part, but other then that, im a human and I couldn't be more happier.

'Can't wait', I told Stiles excited to meet everyone.

I walked towards the school gates with Stiles ready to start my first day of high school. I'm in Junior year now and I can't wait to get back to school work except maths. I hate maths.

Stiles walks me to the front office so I can pick up my schedule. Once I get my schedule, my face drops. First period, Maths.

'Why do we have to do maths. Its pointless', I tell Stiles.

'Its essential', Stiles tells me but I just roll my eyes as he pushes me into the maths classroom.

Stiles sits down next to a really pretty girl with long strawberry blonde hair.

This must be Lydia, I say to myself. As I take a sit on the other side of Stiles desk, Lydia leans forward and introduces herself.

'Hi, you must be Malia. Stiles and Scott have told me a lot about you. I'm Lydia', she says with a friendly smile.

'All good things I hope', I say as I gaze my eyes to Stiles whose smirking.

'Yes, all good things', Lydia says before giving her attention to the blackboard with a whole bunch of random numbers and letters scattered everywhere.

'Stiles? What the hell is this? Letters aren't in maths?', I ask him sounding worried.

'Yeah, it's called Algebra. A pretty annoying topic if you ask me', Stiles tells me before trying to answer the equations in his book.

Great. Im screwed.

I look up at the board trying to figure out how to answer this.

7x + 6y = ___

What the hell? How do i do this? This makes no sense. I start getting really panicking as I watch everyone writing questions and answers into their books while im still on the first question. All of a sudden, our teacher grabs our attention amd she starts picking people to come up and answer the questions on the board.

Please don't pick me. Please don't pick me. Please don't -

'Malia. To the board please', the teacher says making me so anxious.

I start walking up towards the board. I look at the equation and pick up the chalk. A minute later, I'm still holding the chalk towards the board staring at the equation.

'Malia? You should be finished now', the teacher says.

'Um, I don't know the answer', I say. I hear a few giggles behind me which makes me nearly tear up. If only they knew my situation.

'Seriously Malia? You would of learnt this every year since the start of middle school', she says with a stern look on her face.

At that moment I run out of the classroom door crying. It's not my fault I was stuck as a coyote for the past 8 years. If only they knew.