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Prologue

Being the new one was never easy. Moving to a new continent and country: no friends, no family, different language, stereotypes against foreigners; but that was manageable. One can also redefine his own person. Some even say that you have a different personality when speaking a different language. That might be helpful. Not helpful was being the new one in a high school. Not easy and probably not going to be fun.

Sophie sighed. A few days ago, she was just another girl with friends and family. Only one year left until graduation and plans for university. She was a good student with good grades and many hobbies. She loved her parents, even if she knew that they had their secrets. But where was the person without one secret. Now… not so normal. Her parents were killed five days ago in an explosion. Four days ago she was sent into the system. Three days ago she was told her parents had lied to her and weren't actually her biological parents. At the same day they found some distant relative and tried to contact her. So basically she was told that her biological parents were dead too - car accident a week after her birth – and that her distant relative wasn't old enough at that time to take her in. But she was now. After that she had two days to pack her things, say her goodbyes and start to work with the fact that she was moving in with a person she didn't know, in a city she didn't know, in a country she has never been to, on a continent she has never been to - well… she had to, since she was apparently born there. And to top it off, she had to graduate at a new high school with no friends and not a single person in town she knew. Sometimes a person could think about the option to leave the country alone and start anew; have an adventure. But without the option it wasn't such an adventure anymore.

Less than a day ago she was shipped off to the airport and on her way to California. The sun was just about to rise in the east and there were two hours remaining of the flight. She leant back and watched the clouds out of her window. She didn't really have time to grief yet and she was sure she wouldn't get it anytime soon, so Sophie took all the down time she could get. The flight attendants were just collecting the trash from breakfast when the pilot announced their arrival in half an hour. LAX drew nearer and she watched the city expand through her window, mentally preparing herself to start her new life.

The landing was smooth and soon she found herself pressed between bodies pushing out of the plane. Sophie made her way towards the passport inspection. The officer took her passport for the scanning and gave it back to her with a smile. "Welcome home" he said and Sophie took her leave smiling at him. No questions asked. There had to be some good points in having the US American citizenship. The thought might have jinxed her; not five minutes after she got her luggage she was pulled aside, asked and inspected. Ten minutes of tiresome explaining and answering later, she moved towards the exit. Her relative was supposed to wait there for her, hopefully with a sign since she didn't know who to look for. The prayers must've been heard, right after exiting through the doors she saw a woman in her early thirties holding a sign with her name on it. Taking one last deep breath she approached the woman smiling.

"Hi, I'm Sophie."

The woman smiled at her and her green eyes seemed to sparkle. "Hey Sophie, great meeting you! I'm Joana. You must be tired, so let me take one of your bags."

Joana took a bag and started to move out of the airport. She shot Sophie quick side glances to make sure the teen was following her. She put the bags in the trunk of her car and motioned Sophie towards the passengers door. When she pulled out of the parking area into the traffic of the city she started talking again.

"So…" she drawled out "you've ever been to the US?"

Sophie smiled at the attempt of small talk. "No, not really. I mean… I was born here so…" Sadly she didn't have any skill for small talk other than awkwardness and rambling of useless information.

The silence settled between them while they pulled onto the highway following it out of town until Joana sighed heavily. It must've been strange for her too. Having some kid pushed upon her whom she never met or probably never even heard off, taking her in into her life and having to deal with the whole new situation of being a parent of kinds.

"Listen, Sophie, I… I know this must be all kinds of strange and uncomfortable for you but…" It seemed like she was searching for the right words to use, unsure of where to begin. "Ok. So… First of all: I'm incredible sorry for that thing that happened to your foster parents. When they called me and said, you are 17,living across the ocean, just lost your parents and that I'm your last living relative and that your real parents died years ago, when I was still too young to take care of you and if I wanted to take you in, I just said yes. I guess I didn't even think this whole thing through, but we'll make it work and everything" She looked at Sophie with a nervous smile.

"They were my real parents. At least more than my biological parents, which I didn't even know existed until few days ago. Soo…" Sophie's sapphire eyes met Joana's emerald ones. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you do it?"

"Did what?"

"Take me in. Someone you don't even know."

Joana took a moment until she answered. "I lost my parents too when I was 15."

"I'm sorry I didn't –"

"No, you didn't, but you couldn't have known, don't worry. They died in an accident and I was put into the system and it wasn't really all sunshine and roses. I guess I heard your story and some part in me screamed 'Don't let it happen to someone else!' and so I just said yes. And I know that this all must be pretty hard on you. They died less than a week ago and now you're here with three bags. By the way, they told me the shipping of your stuff will take at least two weeks. If you need anything immediately you just need to ask and I see what I can do. I really want to make this work and get to know you. I'll help you with school stuff if you need it and I have some friends in town with kids your age…"

Sophie let a genuine smile cross her face as she listened to the older woman. She thought that she would get along with Joana pretty well. She took a breath and started talking too.

"OK.. uh.. I guess.." another breath "Hi, I'm Sophie Marther, 17, I lived in Germany until yesterday, I actually like school, and have been doing all kinds of martial arts since I was 7. I'm probably considered as a nerd, and I don't like or can do small talk. It's nice to meet you and I look forward to living with you."

Joana beamed at her. "Hi again, I'm Joana Callson or Jo, 32, living in the small town Beacon Hills. My family – and yours by extension – got a house there ages ago. I'm working as a lawyer and have a boyfriend - Jack - you'll meet him sooner or later. He's a pharmaceutical-sales-rep and not often in town … I guess cooking and running are my only hobbies. But I'm happy to have some other person than myself in that house with me, starting now." She smiled at Sophie again "What do you want to know about your new life and home?"

Sophie thought about it for a second. "Could you tell me more about the city? Is the high school I'll be visiting in town? And is high school in small towns really as bad as they tell you in the movies?"

They passed the city sign when Joana answered. "Well…. I think high school is what you make of it. No movie can prepare you for that. But Beacon has its own high school in town. It is a small town and nothing big really ever happens here." She thought for a moment "Ok… maybe not nothing" and after Sophie looked at her asking she continued "We had some more death counts then normal, even a serial killer, but Sheriff Stilinski and the police managed quite well. You should probably look out for cougars - there have been some attacks but otherwise… nice and quiet."

Joana pulled into the driveway of a house in a nice looking neighbourhood. Sophie jumped out of the car and looked the house up. "You call that a house? I call that a mansion!" Before her stood a white house in a colonial style with three floors and a basement. Sophie couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that one would live in a house like this alone. Joana dropped one of Sophie's bags next to her and looked up too. "I think the style of houses like this is called 'Colonial Revival' but I'm not really sure. Come on." With that, she started up to the front door.

Joana showed Sophie to her room on the highest floor. She'd have the whole floor to herself. The floor held 4 rooms: the prepared bedroom for Sophie, her own bathroom she could enter from her room, a room with lots and lots of book piles (Joana advised her to just ignore this one) and another spare room, which had no use at the moment and was completely empty. Sophie's room was filled with a bed, wardrobe and desk, which already held course books for her school.

Sophie dumbed her bags in her room and returned downstairs to the kitchen where Joana prepared some lunch for them while humming a soft tune. She directed Sophie to the dishes and soon she put some Mac 'n Cheese on the table. While eating they talked about their likes and dislikes in music and literature, coming to the conclusion that they would get along just fine in these matters. They started talking about school when they cleaned the kitchen.

"The school actually asked me something I couldn't answer. You need to take another language besides English and I would have said German, but I guess the language is a bid fancy for a school in a town like this" Sophie smiled at that. "Anyway… you can choose between French, Spanish or Latin. I wasn't sure what you wanted to take and I have to tell them by this afternoon."

"I did all of these at some point. But I think I'd go with Latin. I took classes back in Germany so I guess it's best to stick with it." Sophie said after a minute of considering. She let out a yawn after that and tried to blink the tiredness away.

"Great! I call the school and you look like you could need a nap." She laughed. "I'll take you to school tomorrow and take care of the last bit of paperwork. Take it easy and make yourself at home. I'll call for you when dinner is ready."

Sophie smiled and nodded before she made her way up to her room. She started unpacking things, putting clothing into the wardrobe, books on a pile next to her bed and a picture of her parents on the desk. She looked at it fondly, turned and let herself fall onto the bed. It was big enough for her to roll around in. Looking up to the ceiling she recapitulated the day so far. 'Not too bad' was her last thought before falling into a deep sleep. She didn't even wake when Jo came in asking for dinner, smiling at her and putting a cover over her.

A/N: Hello guys, thanks for reading this and I hoped you enjoyed it :) Please R+R, every comment and criticism is welcome! Next chapter will be the pack. I'm not sure about the pairings yet. Please stick with me!