【Book One ----- Season One】COMPLETED
In which a young girl falls in love with a boy, who loves someone else while trying to figure out the dangerous town of Beacon Hills.
❝So... Lydia? You really love her?❞
❝Yeah. She's the most beautiful girl I've...
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I'm finding it hard to breathe right now. The muscles inside my chest incessantly tried to expand - They couldn't. All I could do was stare out the window, just gazing as the silhouettes of the old trees passed me by. Moonlight shone dimly through the translucent clouds outlining the giant oaks on the edge of the uneven asphalt.
The memory of the ordinary home stayed vividly imprinted in my head. It had been beautifully remodeled. The outside walls of the two-floored house were coated with ivory. A new shade of chocolate colored the roof edges. And the front yard was a decent size and well-kept. That home I had been raised in up until the age of six.
After I turned six, my family and I packed our bags and moved to Sacramento. My father had gotten a job there as a lawyer, so we moved. It was a good-paying job, and many of my family lived there, but I always knew they missed this small town. Whenever they spoke of it, which was pretty often, nostalgia never failed to present itself in their voices.
Ever since we moved, things changed for us. Both good and bad. I've grown up for one, and I'm now sixteen. Sadly, only my mom and I are moving this time since my father passed away a year ago - A fatal car accident. After some long and tiresome months of grieving, my mom believed it was best for us to begin fresh, away from everybody - Just us two.
My mother, Phoebe, wanted to come back to my hometown. A nonstop rant about how much she missed this place was said. The people and the environment. You could see the yearning in her face and body language. Eventually, her wanting to come back got to me too, and I couldn't help but want to return to where I was born.
So, this is where we are currently.
Beacon Hills.
Was it bizarre? Yes. But it was exciting as well because change is something I wanted so badly. I've never been a strong believer in change, and this took time for me to muster up the courage and admit. It frightens me and overwhelms me when it's all different suddenly. Sacramento was fantastic, and we left our family, but coming back alone seemed better.
Transitioning was bizarre for me because, as exciting as it is, moving back to a place you don't remember anymore is also scary. If I do remember something, the memories are unclear to me. One thing I do recall is my mother helping at a place called Eichen House.
At this moment, I was worried about the people. My mother did say people knew when you'd just arrived. She said that the people she had known were very lovely and welcoming. But I was still very skeptical of it.
"Thaís?" I heard my mom mumble quietly. My head swiveled, turning away from the window to meet her eyesight. Worry was evident in her tired brown eyes. I knew she was scared about making the wrong choice. "Are you okay?" Was all that was questioned whilst she glanced back at the dark road in front.
My head shook up and down, a soft hum escaping. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" The truth - My hands were becoming clammier as time passed. Anxiety filled my veins, tingling at every extremity.
