My name is Isaac. I'm sixteen years old and live in Beacon Hills, California. The worst place ever.
Even before my mom died when I was seven, my dad abused me. Most of the time, Mom stopped it before it got too bad. But after she died in a car crash, my dad didn't hold back. He'd punch me, kick me, burn me, cut me, and he even locked me up in an ice chest! I tried to tell the few friends I had in school, but they didn't care. No one cared about a skinny frail kid like me. So I drifted away from them. From everyone.
By middle school, I had lost all my friends. I became a freak, an outcast. Then, seventh grade year, Erica moved to Beacon Hills. She was special, and I instantly liked her. Too bad no one else did. Erica suffered from having seizures all the time. She was mocked, laughed at. Her beautiful blonde hair was never brushed and stuck up. I guess that's because it would mess up when she had seizures so she just didn't care. She wore dirty, baggy clothes. I liked her, but didn't ever have the guts to talk to her. Cowardly, I know, but I had grown accustomed to not talking.
High school. The years everyone hates while in them but miss when they get out. That never really made sense to me. How could you miss that place?
Freshman year, I took a risk. I joined Lacrosse. At first, people thought it was a joke. The second most unpopular person at Beacon Hills playing a team sport? But it was no joke. I was there to play lacrosse, and I was determined. Coach looked at me like I was crazy, but I proved to everyone that I could play. And I made the team.
At tryouts, I noticed a man about 25 staring at some guy also trying out. I think his name was like Scott McNeil or something. The guy was seriously freaking me out. But I thought I recognized him. I looked closer and then it clicked. Derek Hale.
Everyone knew about the Hales. The fire, how Derek was the only survivor. It fascinated me. I checked out the house all the time. Secretly, of course. No one was allowed to go there. One time when I went, though, it looked like someone was living in the ruins. I ran away and haven't been back since.
After everyone found out who made the final cut, someone actually talked to me. Jackson. He lived across the street from me, so I was familiar with him.
"Congrats, man." he said to me when he found out I made the team.
"Thanks." I replied awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.
"Well, see ya." Jackson walked away.
That was strange. I thought. Jackson wasn't really a people person. Except for Lydia, his girlfriend. They were like obsessed with each other. It made me gag. Now don't get me wrong, Lydia is hot, but not my type. I wanted what they had, with Erica. But I knew that would never happen. My life sucked.
