Be the hero

The Stilinski Surrounded By Wolves

   Me, I wanted to go around the world, pass my diploma, follow my father's path by entering the police and becoming sheriff with my pack forever. But no. Ah, you got the wrong idea, Stiles. All you're gonna do is die at nineteen without doing anything more in your tiny life.

   "Stilinski. Would you please swallow your drool ?" I came out of my mortal feeble worries in Mr. Harris' brittle voice. This guy, I wonder how he made it to become a chemistry teacher without humor, there are plenty of jokes to do with the periodic table. Even him could do them.

   "The one on the table too, sir ?", I asked. Harris looked at me, the glasses slightly slipped over his nose. He was looking at me in a is-he-serious mode. Eh yes.

   "If you continue on this subject, Mr. Stilinski, you'll get in detention," the child teacher threw at me, and then resumed his chemistry class. Soon, he'll be blaming me for worrying about my iminente death.

After the stunning news, yesterday evening, everyone went home as if nothing had happened and Scott insisted on sleeping at home. Sleepover time, y'a know. Of course, I refused again and again but my father had arrived and intervened in our lively debate and he had finally stayed. I wonder if he, Scott, had felt the anguish that I felt since Lydia had taught us my target in the back. On the one hand, I think I was actually expecting to be the target of a pack of handsome kids and strong werewolves. If madness doesn't take possession of me before the end of this manhunt, it is a miracle.

   Following Harris' disastrous class, I ran away from the room and went to the bathroom. I know that Scott will try to find me and may find me in few minutes, but feeling his eyes constantly riveted in my back is not reassuring either, even if he's given the mission to secure my life. If my life was a film I would call it "The Stilinski Surrounded by Wolves", not very selling, but it reflects the truth. Picture the scenario a bit. So realistic. I dip my hands under the cold water, I think I die drowned for two milliseconds, before the water runs between my fingers.

   All of a sudden, I'm having trouble breathing and starting to see trouble.

   "Ow~ everything is blowing...," did I got into a rollercoaster that makes curls without realizing it ? It would be impossible, but I'm at school. My breathing is jerky and I am obliged to hang on to the sink with all my strength not to collapse. I almost cough up my lungs before I start counting, "1, 2, 3, I can barely see, 4, 5, 6, I am able to repair myself, 7, 8, 9, I am still here", just a whisper could come out from my throat and I barely articulate to try in vain to stop my panic attack.

   A kind of grunt echoed in the bathroom. Escaping a squeak that did not help my manhood, I suddenly raised my head, looking for the source of that grunt but only the dirty toilets were there. Besides, to be dirty, they weren't half dirty, flies fly over these things. It's decided, I'll never go in that toilet again in my entire life.

   "Anybody here ?" But I didn't get any answer. I begin to panic vaguely again as the men's room door open on Scott.

   "Stiles! Finally I find you," he said, smiling, apparently relieved of my existence, "who were you talking to ?"

   "Doesn't matter. Bro, you found me. I wasn't locked up in the third dimension, man, that's a good thing, huh? I would have become like Homer in the Simpsons, you remember that special episode where Bart is locked up in the third dimension and Homer goes looking for him and-"

   "Yes, Stiles, I see which episode you are talking about, yes, well, you come with me now, classes are over and we have a lacrosse practice, coach is pissed and he may kill us if we don't get there in time."