When I wake up I look at the time to see its 3:30am. I sigh and climb out of bed and head over to my vanity unit and do some homework. When it got to half past five I started getting ready for school.
I once I get out of the shower I blow dry my hair. I get dressed into a yellow jumper and tuck it into my black jeans. I then put on my black checkered Van's and do my hair. I tie my hair back in a pony tail with the front two strands down and curled them. I put on my normal amount of makeup and pack my school stuff into my bag. I make my bag and then make my bed.
I head downstairs for breakfast and eat as much as I can. I've started eating more which makes Allison happy. After Allison and I are finished with our breakfast we say goodbye to everyone then head to school.
Once we get to school we met up with Lydia who yet again drags me to the girls bathroom to sort our my bags. After she does my makeup, we head to home room.
At lunch Allison and I head to the library to meet Scott and Stiles. We walk to a shelf and Allison hands her tablet through to Scott.
"Its everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused." Allison says whilst Scott and Stiles look down at the tablet. "Yeah, what did you tell her?" Scott asks and I laugh softly. "That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." She says and me, Scott and Allison all laugh softly. "I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles says seriously and I burst out laughing. Gaining a few weird looks from everyone around us. "Oh. Great." Allison says nervously as she didn't want to offend Stiles. "You're such a dork Stilinski." I say pushing his face back with my hand.
"Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asks looking at both of us. "Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers." I say. "Yes." Stiles says pumping his fist.
"It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderes in his village." I say as Stiles stares at me. I furrow my eyebrows and then he looks to Scott. "All right, see? Maybe it's not all that bad." Stiles says and I roll my eyes and finish the story. "Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whomever he wanted it to." I say. "All bad, all very, very bad." Stiles says and I scoff.
"Here's the thing though." Allison says and I grab a book from the shelf once I see a women heading in our direction. "The kanims is actually supposed to be a werewolf." Allison says but before she could say anymore I nudge her. "But it can't be.." she trails off and looks over at the women putting the book back waiting for her to leave.
"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." Scott says and we all look over to him but Stiles starts speaking. "Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." Stiles says and we sigh.
"What if it has something to do with his parents?" I ask causing Stiles to look over at me. "His real parents." I say and Scott and Allison turn to me as well. "Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Scott asks. "Lydia might." Stiles says and I felt a pang in my chest and I have no clue why. "What if she doesn't know anything?" Scott says and I roll my eyes. "Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so I'll talk go him myself." I say putting the book back.
"Absolutely not, no way in hell. It's not safe." Stiles says and I roll my eyes. "I can take care of my self Stiles." I say smiling softly. "You don't have to, we can figure something out." Scott says and I nod. "I'll be fine." I say. "If he does anything, you run the other way." Scott says and I nod. "If you get hurt--" "I'll be fine." I say rolling my eyes and cutting Scott off.
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Another Argent?
WerewolfClara Argent is Alison Argents cousin and is the daughter of Kate Argent. After not seeing their family in a a year they move from New York to Beacon Hills a small town in California. What Clara thought would be a normal year or so turns out into be...