Teen Wolf 2nd Generation

Moving?! Why?!

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Misha's POV

What the hell?! Why do I have to move to Beacon Hills?! I'm not exactly against the idea, it's just that... leaving New York means leaving behind Mom. Mom died 2 years ago in a car accident, I'm still traumatized by it, I'm terrified of sitting in cars because of that incident. I haven't gone to Beacon Hills in 2 years because of the crash as well. I've been to the a psychiatrist, and the doctor, they say I have PTSD. Which I guess makes sense. Right?

I'm packing my room up when something catches my eye, it's a picture of Mom, Dad, and I during my sixth birthday. That was 10 years ago, I love the memory, but I hate it at the same time. As I think of that day and tears prick at my eyes, Dad knocks on my door, "Hey kiddo, everything okay? Need any help packing?" My dad has always been there for me, even when I'm not there for him. I feel bad about never being around, but, I'm too scared to go back out in the world.

I walk everywhere, I never drive or take a bus or ride a bike, I just walk, because I'm afraid. I should probably answer before he gets worried, "No thanks dad, I'm almost done, thanks for offering to help though", I say with a smile painted on to face. I haven't smiled a real smile in a long time, I wish that I could be genuinely happy, not fake about it.

After a few minutes I'm done packing my luggage for the trip, we're going to be on the road for a few days, and I'm honestly terrified. After my mini panic attack, I decide to take a shower and get dressed to leave.

I get out of the shower, and dry my hair before getting dressed, I decided to wear, a pair of skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and my 3rd favourite flannel,(outfit at the top)because my favourite flannel and 2nd favourite flannel are already packed away. I put on my white converse and a light coloured lipstick, before grabbing my giant duffel bag, and heading downstairs to the car.

I get in the car, and put on my seatbelt, waiting for my dad. I'm kind of freaking out right now but I don't really care, because my doctor upped my dosage of Xanax to 3 everyday just during the trip though. My adderall dosage is also being upped to 2 everyday during the trip, to work on a self assessment for Beacon Hills High school. So I'm just going to be in drug induced sleep tonight, because Xanax and Adderall have that effect on me. So yeah. I'm doing fine.

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After a few hours of driving on the road in our big ass SUV, we stop at a little diner to eat lunch. I didn't know what to get so my dad ordered for me, but I wasn't paying attention so I'm not sure what he ordered me. After waiting for about 15 - 20 minutes our food got here and I noticed that my dad got me a normal breakfast of eggs bacon waffles, and hash browns, but instead of hash browns it's curly fries! I love curly fries! There just so good! I look over at my dad and smile, a real genuine smile, not a fake one, I then notice that he got the same thing, and now we're munching away at our food.

Once we get back on the road I'm already writing down stuff that I need to get for my room in Beacon Hills.

After a few more hours of driving, we stop at a motel. It's dark out now so me and dad get out of the SUV, grab our bags and rush to the main building of the motel. Once dad registers us we get our key, and we literally run to the room. Locking the door and settling in for the night.