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Victoria~Parking the car I get out along with my brother as we meet at the designated meeting place our principal is supposed to pick us up. Seeing a girl there on the phone, smiling I approach her.
"Mom calling on my first day ? Really ? Yes I know I brought everything, everything but a pen." "Hey I got to go bye." Hanging up the phone she spots me as she shakes hands with the principal. "Hey I'm Victoria Sanderson and this is my Brother Emmett, we're new as well."
"Allison Argent it's nice to meet you." She says as I show her something before her eyes. "Here it's a pencil, it's not a pen but it's something I can offer." I say with a smile as she laughs lightly. "Well kids come on, it's seems you miss Sanderson and miss Argent share a first period class and you mr Sanderson, your class will be shown to you after I drop the girls off." Following the principal inside we head down the halls as Allison and I glance at each other. "So miss argent you came from San Francisco" the principal asks as I look at her. "Well no we come from all over we just stayed in San Francisco for a year which is long considering we move around a lot." My new principal nods as he glances at me. "And you miss Sanderson ?" "My brother and I moved here from Myrtle beach, South Carolina, we've been there since I've been born." "Well I hope Beacon Hills will be your last stop for awhile." The principal says Coming to a stop the principal knocks on the door. We enter as I glance back at Emmett who gives me thumbs up from the hallway. "Hello class this is Allison Argent and Victoria Sanderson do make them feel welcome." With that he leaves and the teacher tells us to take our seats. Allison sits behind a boy with shaggy black hair and I sit behind a boy with a buzzcut. The exact boy that was dancing from yesterday and this morning. I glance over to see the shaggy haired boy give Allison a pen, and I smile at the cute moment. Jumping the boy with the buzzcut turns to me with his hand out. "I'm Stiles Stilinski it's nice to meet you." he smiles and I can't help but do the same as I smile back. "Hi it's nice to meet you to, is Stiles short for something ?" He looks at me before he nods quickly seemingly falling out of a trance. "Yeah it's short for my real name, nickname as you will because my real name is long and hard to pronounce." He says and I nod as class continues. "Now who can tell me the definition and meaning of metamorphosis?" The teacher asks as no one raises their hand, I roll my eyes and raise mine. "Yes miss Sanderson." He nods to me as the class turns to me. "Metamorphosis, is when a certain adaptation in a species or organism changes, that being its DNA, or shape, taking on the form of something new." I finish as the class just stares at me. "Yes miss Sanderson that is correct. With that the bell rings and I gather my things standing up as Allison and I find our lockers. "Well lookie here our lockers are right besides each other." I say as we both open our lockers putting our books inside as we smile at one another. "I love your accent." She says and I give her a funny look. "What accent ? I don't have an accent ?" I say as she giggle at me. "Yes you do it's very adorable." She says and I nod jumping as a new voice enters the conversation. "I love your outfits where did you get them." I turn to see a strawberry blonde before me with a smile on her face. "Hi I'm Lydia Martin." She says sticking out her hand as we both shake it. "Victoria" I say "Allison." Allison says as we both smile. "My mom was a buyer from a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison says "This is just what I pulled out of my closet." I say shrugging as I shut my locker as Allison does the same. "Well you both are my new best friends." Lydia says as I smile at her.
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"How is it that the two new girls aren't here long and their already apart of Lydia's clique ?" I girl from Scott and Stile's class asks as they glance at her then back at the two brunette's talking to Lydia Martin. "Their beautiful, beautiful people tend to herd together." Stiles replies as he looks at Scott who seem to not be able to take his eyes off of Allison."So do you girls want to come to my party this Friday after the Lacrosse game of course ?" Lydia asks as a male approaches her grasping her face in an intense make out session as Allison and I glance at each other. "Um Friday night is game night so that's a no thanks from me." Allison says as Lydia looks at her. "Oh come on you can miss one game night." She says before turning to me. "I don't care my brother is trying out for Lacrosse, so hopefully he makes it, more reason to attend the game." I shrug.
"So Lacrosse, like football ?" Allison questions and the male cuts in. "No football is a joke, here it's Lacrosse." He says
"And who are you ?" I ask as he turns to me looking me up and down. "Jackson Whittemore." He says arrogantly as I roll my eyes. "More like Asshole to me." I say under my breath which causes a laugh to emit from somewhere behind me. Turning I see the two boys from earlier one laughing, and the other questioning him on what's so funny. He looks at me and I give him a confused look before looking back at the two people before me. "So come to practice ?" Lydia says and I nod as I grasp Allison's hand and drag her with me as I whisper to her. "If I have to go with Spawn of Satan one and two, so do you." I say which causes her to laugh out loud. As we follow the couple out to the lacrosse field. We follow Lydia up the bleachers as we sit and I spot my brother warming up. "Emmett !!" I shout which causes him to turn and smile at me while waving as he goes back to passing the ball back and forth.
"So Emmett right ?" Jumping a little bit Emmett turns his head to see the buzzcut boy from earlier this morning looking at him. "Is Victoria your sister ?" He questions as he nods confused. "Is she...is she single ?" He asks "I'm Stiles by the way, Stiles Stilinski." Emmett just stared at him before catching a pass without looking. "Yeah She is, why do you want to know." Emmett asks before passing the ball back. "How old are you ?" Stiles asks as he watches Emmett catch that pass without looking. "Fourteen." He replies before catching another pass. "Okay now we have tryouts today on who makes the team, then tryout tomorrow on who makes first line." Coach Finstock says as Emmett jogs away from the weird spastic boy. "McCall you take goal." Coach says as Scott just looks at him unsure and a little nervous.
"Whose that on goal number 11." Allison asks as Lydia looks at him as well. "I don't know actually." The girls all watch as the boy in goal takes hit after hit from the boys before finally catching one after the other even one from Victoria's brother who was ranked at number one from her home state. "Come on Emmett it's okay you got the next one." She cheers while clapping her hands as Stiles turns to look at her. She smiles and waves as he awkwardly does the same which causes her to giggle. "Oh and Allison the boy in goal is Scott McCall." Victoria says as Allison looks at her. "How'd you know ?"
"I pay attention unlike somebody." She says as Allison blushes. Practice continues as Victoria and Allison both cheer for Emmett and Scott as they play wonderfully both being told they have a solid spot on first line. "Wohoo go Emmett !!" I say as practice ends and he comes up to me taking his helmet off as he meets me at the bottom of the bleachers. "Hey this Friday is a full moon you won't be able to come to my game." He says which causes Victoria to sit down on the bleachers. "What ? But I want to watch you play your first game." I say as I stand up with a sad look on my face as I tell him I'll meet him at moms car. Looking over I see Scott looking at me with Stiles doing the same. Giving them a weird look I head in the direction of my car as I wait for my brother to meet me there.
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Mermaid in Beacon Hills
FanfictionVictoria Sanderson a girl with many secrets moves to a new town on the west coast that's shrouded in secrets of their own. Okay I'm going to be using different instances from mako mermaids, h20, and of course teen wolf. To better fit my story idea...