The Gift

Home, Not So Sweet, Home

I am barely going into High School this year so many things I say about the horrible place may not be accurate as to how you get released out of school early, the driving age for teens in California blah blah blah. I never said I was smart and I don't have time to research every single tiny thing. I only research the mythical creatures I use, the characters, and other important stuff so I'm sorry about all that:)

enjoy and remember,

not everyone is who they seem to be *hint hint*

I called my Mom and told her what happened, Well not the actual truth about what happened but, what I could tell her.

*flashback to the call with her mother*

"So... porque me llamas?" my mother said after a long pause.

"Uh, I'm sick ma. In gym I passed out and stuff. I attacked Stiles when get tried to wake me up. It was bad, I don't feel so good now. Must've hit my head or something." I laughed weakly.

"You get out in a few more hours. Deal with it, Brenda."

"¡Ay si! Mom I never miss school, my grades are fine. I really think I should get home and just rest. I wouldst have called you if it wasn't an absolute emergency." I started sweating and my heart rate had went up by a lot. Common affects of my mother. She made me angry for no reason.

"¡Ya dramatica! If I find out that you lied to me de voy a chingar tu madre por que I know you Brenda!" her tone was a whisper full of anger and annoyance.

"Yeah Yeah ma. Why would I lie about such a stupid thing." I mumbled into the phone.

"Okay. Clean the house."

"Mmm." I said annoyed.

I love you Brenda, take care and I hope you feel better soon honey.

"Bye." she finally said in a hurry.

"...Yeah" I hung the phone up and look out onto the rode.

Love you too... Well, kinda

*end of flashback*

The school let me go. I was still really confused about everything that happened during Stiles and Scott's lacrosse practice, and wondering Why in the hell I would attack him like I did.

But then I remember the dream-

"Dream? Oh my God is that what they are? Dreams!?"

Shit.

Well, whatever they were I didn't care. I just wanted them to stop or at least minimize. I mean, 3 separate... thingys in one day. That's just making me seem like I need to be in a mental hospital and I hate those places.

I concentrated on the road and stop thinking when I realized I had been driving to the Beacon Hills Preserve the whole time.

I came to a halt and looked at the clock.

10:11am

School would be over at 2:45, I really just needed to shower and think things through before going into the woods and possibly getting myself murdered by some weirdo.

I turned around and was heading to my House when I got a message from Stiles.

Stiles:

Hey, how you doing?

I didn't respond, it could wait until I got home. I parked my car, grabbed my bag and zombie walked onto my front porch.

I let out a cold laugh filled with hate and sarcasm.

"Home sweet home huh?"

I let myself in and already I drowned in the loneliness of the House.

Depressing much?

Stomping up the stairs, I came upon my bedroom door and stood there for a few seconds, admiring what it said.

WICKED IS GOOD

WeLCOME To The GlaDE

My door read in dried paint.

I stepped in and felt a sickening feeling in my stomach.

God, am I hungry already?

I shook off the feeling and jumped onto my bed. My head began to throb then my vision became blurry.

What the hell?

I lifted myself up and swung my legs off my bed to get up. But my body had something else in mind as everything suddenly went black.

i know I know. Spanglish. Brenda's momma is Mexican. Sorry about that but it's Nothing hard to read so I didn't put translations.... if u really need help I'm here, and so is Google translate *thumbs up*

fun fact:

The italic writing you see a lot is Brenda thinking to herself. She does it like, everyday so Yeah it's gonna be in there forever...

shes kinda also talking to herself but in her head instead of out loud (which she also does a bit)

Damn, I'm making her sound mental and shit xD (because she is -_-)