Not the same

Chapter 11

I looked around my new room at the Stilinski house. I remember this room from when I was a kid. Scott, Stiles and I used to hide from the sheriff in here. I smiled at the memories. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. "Hello?" I answered. "Hey Chris, you settled in?" Sam asked me. "Yeah, pretty much. I really missed this place." I said smiling still looking around the room. While we were at the mall the guys convinced me to get some stuff to decorate with. I had black bed set with white stars on my bed. A black lamp on my nightstand. And a few band posters. I plan on hanging up a bunch of pictures in the future. "I'm happy to hear that. Dean and I miss you but we both agree this is probably best." Sam said breaking me out of my thoughts. "Yeah I miss y'all too. By the way thanks for the card."

"No problem, we couldn't just leave you with no money." Sam and I talked for a bit then we hung up. As I put the phone down Stiles walked in. "Hey, wow it looks nice." He said gesturing around the room. "I know it's nice to be able to have my own room again." I was maybe a little too excited. Stiles chuckled. "Yeah I bet. Hey you should probably get some sleep you've got a big day tomorrow." I nodded. "Yeah you're right night." The next morning I was awaken by my alarm. "Uggghhhhh!" I hated mornings. Begrudgingly I got up to get dressed for my first day of school. I really don't want to be to flashy like 'Hey look at me I'm the new girl' . But I still want to look nice. After a bit of deliberating I finally decided on my outfit. I looked in the full length mirror on my closet door. I wasn't disappointed in my choice. I was wearing a black crop top tucked into blue jean high wasted shorts and a brown belt. I had on some black converse and a tan sweater. I added some bracelets and brushed out my straight brown hair. After I was satisfied I grabbed some sunglasses and my brown leather backpack and headed out to the jeep to wait on Stiles. About twenty minuets later Stiles finally came outside. He was so distracted by his thoughts though he didn't even notice me in the jeep. He opened the door and jumped up into the seat. He honked the horn, probably for me. "Morning sunshine." He jumped back into the door with his hand on his chest. "Holy Shit! Christal, what the hell?" I just about died right there in the passenger seat. "Well hello to you too." He shook his head and started up the jeep. "You're going to be the death of me." He said before we drove off to meet Scott.

~Stiles' P.O.V.~

After my alarm went off this morning I couldn't seem to pull myself out of bed. My mind was racing with thoughts of everything that could possibly go wrong today. What if Chris finds a group of people she likes better than us? She could not have any classes with me and Scott. What if she not only doesn't make friends but she also doesn't get any classes with us. These were the thoughts I had as I got dressed and made my way to the jeep. I got in and honked the horn to get Chris to hurry up. "Morning sunshine." I jumped back into the door and put my hand on my chest. "Holy shit! Chris, what the hell?" She just about made me have a heart attack and she's sitting there laughing. "Well hello to you too." I shook my head and started up the jeep. "You're going to be the death of me." I told her before pulling out to go to Scott's. We pulled up outside of his house and I honked. "You know you're going to have to get in the back." I told her. She looked at me like I was nuts. "Bullshit I am. I'll sit up here." I laughed thinking she was kidding. The look on her face said she wasn't kidding. Scott came out and opened the door. He gave me a confused look. "You can try to get her to move. Good luck though." I told him. "Why can't you?"

"I have to live with her. And she as an assortment of weapons under her bed." His eyes widened as he looked at her. "Really?" She nodded. "Yeah, I'm a hunter I kill things. And to kill things you need weapons." She stepped out of the jeep and Scott jumped in the back throwing his long legs up in the seat. "I always get what I want guys. Remember that."