I Am An Animal~Stiles Stilinski~

Fresh Start Fever

Combat boots beat the ground as Grace strolled down the sidewalk, old denim rucksack slung over one shoulder with her thumbs tucked into the belt hoops of her worn denim shorts. She nuzzled in slightly to her leather jacket, finding comfort in the familiar smell as she searched for her destination. After ten minutes of walking, she found herself stood in the driveway of a large house, staring up at the windows all lit up like a dolls house. She glared at the building, knowing full well that although the exterior may seem picture perfect, the interior and it's residents were far from it. With a deep breath she marched up to the front door and gave three sharp knocks. Seeing movement through the colour stained window, she smirked, standing up straighter and throwing her shoulders back; exuding confidence.

"Honey! Stiles is here," called Mrs Martin as she began to open the door to her house. However when she turned to greet the figure standing in her doorway, her welcome died on her lips as she struggled to find words.

"Wow, Mom. I know it's been a while but you'd think you'd remember your daughter's name, wouldn't you?" Grace said with a bold smirk, obviously enjoying the fact she reduced her mother to such a speechless state. Her mother continued to gape at her, blinking furiously as if trying to determine whether the sight of her other daughter in front of her was real or not.

"Well, just to jog your memory, my name is Grace. Why yes, of course Mom I would love to come in!" She answered her mother's unspoken words as she stepped over the threshold past her mother, who at the sudden entrance to her house finally found her voice.

"Grace? What are you doing here? Why aren't you with your father?"

"The old man threw me out, like, two years last June. What, did he not tell you?" Grace turned to face her mother in genuine surprise as she circled the main hallway of her old home. Her mother's bewildered face was enough of a reply to her.

"'Figures," she scoffed to herself, shaking her head as she continued to gaze at the multiple photo's adorning the walls.

"Grace, why the hell did your father kick you out? What happened?" Her mother asked, voice rising slightly in confusion. Before Grace could reply movement could be heard from the top of the stairs.

"I told him to pick me up at seven, does he not know how to tell ti-," Lydia Martin stopped halfway down her descent, mouth open as she stared in disbelief at the sight in front of her. Grace directed her signature smirk in the direction of her mirrored self standing on the stairs.

"Hey sis. Long time no see."

After staring in silence for a few moments, Lydia visibly bristled with anger as she stormed down the stairs, snarling as she went.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, turning up on the night of my winter formal no less, looking like a tramp and smiling as if you own the fricking universe?!" Grace stared evenly back at her steaming twin sister, taking in both the similarities and differences between them. Whereas both sisters had the doll-like features; full lips, big doe green eyes, porcelain skin and a flawless complection. That was where the sisters similarities ended. Lydia had flowing strawberry blonde hair: Grace's hair was cut to a pixie style, with choppy bangs sweeping just above her eyebrows, tousled naturally into waves coloured an artificial pastel lilac. A nose ring sat proudly nestled on Grace's nostril, whilst multiple studs and rings adorned her ears. Heavy eyeliner made her green eyes smoulder, and deep red lipstick artfully smothered her lips, giving her a permanent pout. Juxtaposing her siblings rough attire, Lydia was dressed to kill in a champagne-pink dress which she gripped tightly as she continued to yell at her sister.

"Why are you even here? What, you decided your life was shitty enough as it is so now you've got to come and ruin mine, is that it? We don't want you here, you've been gone for nearly four years now and they've been the best four years of my life! So why don't you just go to whatever stupid hotel you and Dad have been living in these past few years and leave us alone!" Lydia's chest visibly heaved after her rant as Grace narrowed her eyes at her sister.