Same as Before (Teen Wolf)

Chapter One : Back to Black?

The water was cold on my hair. I could feel the leftover color leaving my hair. I dried my hair with a towel. I put the towel down and looked at myself in the mirror. The black in my hair made me look different somehow. Did I look older? More mature? I don't know what it is but I like it. It reminds me of how I looked before we moved here. I was fourteen and had acne all over my face. It was a bad time and not just in the looks department. My whole life was going downhill. My parents’ divorce. My dad knocking up my babysitter. My mom losing her job. Our family losing our house. Girls at school bullying for being "poor". Losing all of my friends. It was a bad year for everyone basically.

When we lost the house my aunt Pam took me and my mom in to live with her in Chicago. Everything was fine after that. I died my hair an auburn color. My dad moved to Florida with his new wife and baby and he only calls on my birthday and Christmas. This year he forgot but I don't care anymore. My mom found a new job as a nurse and we eventually found our own apartment. School had been fine so far. I have friends and my grades are good. The whole city of Beacon Hills is behind me. I have my new life now. Or so that's what I thought.

About a month ago my mom got offered a better paying job back in Beacon Hills and she took it. She says moving back to California will help me for when I apply to college since I want to go to UCLA. It's not like I had a choice in the matter anyways. We were going whether I liked it or not.

We shipped all of our stuff to the house already but my mom needed to finish something’s here in Chicago so we're leaving tomorrow morning. My friends are throwing me a going-away party tonight. I made a lot of great friends here better than any friend I had in Beacon Hills. And I've made a ton of great memories here. It kills me to have to leave. My biggest worry is going back to school. I've only been gone for three years but lots of things about me have changed. I'm taller, curvier and I lost my chubby face. People may not even recognize me. But I know one person will. He knows me better than anyone even my mother. My sweet Stiles. He was devastated when I told him I was leaving. We promised to call each other and keep in touch but before I left we got into a huge fight. I haven't talked to him since that night.

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I pulled up to my best friend Lula's house. The lights were on and there were balloons and streamers outside. The party was supposed to be a surprise party but she can't keep a secret for her life. Her parents are super rich and her house is huge. It looks like the ones in movies with the perfect bushes and beautiful green grass. I get out my car and walk around to the backyard where the party is. There's only about ten people here. All of my closest friends. Our group of friends were all boys except for Lula and I. Lula turns around and sees me. "Lucy!" she exclaims. "Why didn't you tell me you were on your way?" The way she's looking at me tells me that something's wrong.

"You said to be here at seven and it's six-fifty." I said eyeing everyone. All the other conversations that were going on had stopped. Something was seriously up. "What's going on?"

I heard a voice coming from inside the house. "Lula! Where do you keep your-" he froze half way out the door.

My heart hit the floor. It was Landon. My ex-boyfriend. We had broken up in March because we were "moving too fast". (Which really means I want to sleep around with random bandwhores who watch my band play.) We had been dating for almost a year. He was super sweet and wrote me songs. Most of them were pretty bad but it's the thought that counts right?

"I was just here to bake your cake." he said stepping all the way outside. He had on his ripped skinny jeans that I loved. He always cuffed them with his boots. "I'll leave right after I'm done."

"No, it's fine. You can stay. Maybe you can sing us a song by the fire. Like old times." I said. I was leaving tomorrow. I had to put the past behind me to have a better future, right?