"Hell is a teenage girl."
"Are... are you seriously quoting Jennifer's Body to me right now? Honestly, I was expecting a Carrie quote."
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Carrie Whittemore is someone you would never notice if given the circumstance. She's number two for e...
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Jackson Whittemore was known to be a jerk. His knees hurt from jumping to conclusions and it was a surprise that any of his friends stuck around for too long. He had dreams bigger than him, scratch that, an ego bigger than him and it showed. Jackson craved power, a true machiavellian he was. After being promised a gift he felt the need to document it. Borrowing a camera from one of the lacrosse team kids and set it up in his room to film him when he was going to turn. He was pissed when nothing happened. And then he found out that the footage went missing.
Armed with a team of the nerd he borrowed the camera from and his longtime friend, Danny, Jackson was on a witch hunt to find out who ripped his oh so powerful moment of glory from him. His first thought was his ex who he had seen as shady in more ways than one, and the second was his adoptive sister who had been acting out since she got the bite too.
She'd been skipping class, hanging out with Erica who got the bite, running around Scott McCall and his spazzy friend, and then there was the weird aspect of it. Carrie never turned. She didn't, she swore by it. And so did the people who were with her on the full moon.
Carrie couldn't be a wolf, but the question that rested on the backburner of their minds was what was she. The girl had been thinking about it constantly, to a point of selfishness as it was now known that there was a murderous creature running amock in her little suburban town. It plagued her day and night. She never told anyone about the dreams that weren't necessarily nightmares but weren't good either, filled with intense bright light and ear-shattering booming voices. It didn't matter what she was at the moment, however, as since the chemistry lab she had all but disappeared off of the face of the earth.
Scott, Allison, and Stiles had a mission to accomplish by the end of the school day. Save Lydia from being killed by Derek Hale and his pack of wannabe biker wolves and find Carrie. So far, they weren't doing a very good job.
Stiles had been tasked with following Lydia. He annoyed her to no end and she had given him the cold shoulder, but he never strayed too far from the pretty strawberry blonde. The two were in the library, Lydia gathering book after book about astrophysics for her project while Stiles had taken a more fantasy route and instead gathered books about any mythological creature he could get his hands on.
Stiles hurriedly sat down across from Lydia who raised an eyebrow seeing the titles of the books. "What are those for?" She asked scrunching her nose in distaste, she had always been a woman of science. Stiles' eyes widened as he tried thinking of an excuse.
"Oh, uh me... I'm a LARP-er." He said gulping loudly and nodding uncomfortably. Lydia shook her head and gave out a snort.
"Carrie sure knows how to find friends." The girl mentioned offhandedly causing the dark-haired boy's eyebrows to rise to his hairline.
"Have you seen her after chemistry?" He asked knowing Scott had said that it seemed like the girl was nowhere to be found.
"No, but..." Lydia drifted off. Her eyes focusing on a book in Stiles' stack. She pointed at it and furrowed her eyebrows. "Try that." It was about some biblical ancient text that Stiles had been close to picking apart. The boy just nodded and flipped through it. Lydia had a much harder time going through her book after mentioning the girl. Every time Lydia closed her eyes she saw a tree with a marking carved into it.
