Chapter 1: My Best friend is a Jerk
'Mommy! Mommy! Look what I made! A little girl with honey brown hair and blood red eyes pushed her closed hands in front of her mother's face. What did you make honey? The mother asked. I made a bird of ice with my powers! The girl opened her hands and in her palms was a Mockingbird entirely made of ice. The bird glistened in the sunlight. It's for you mommy! The girl said. Thank you very much Cassandra! The mother replied. The girl grinned showing off two sharp fangs.'
Stiles sat up with a gasp. Beep! Beep! Beep! She slammed her hand on the alarm and shut it off. 'Why do I keep having dreams? And who's Cassandra? I think coming back from being dead made me crazy' she thought. She hadn't told anyone yet about these dreams. They really weren't something to worry about. They were pleasant not bothersome at all but she did think it weird to dream about a mother and a girl with freaky red eyes and fangs. But considering the fact that she has werewolf friends with yellow, blue, and red eyes she really shouldn't complain.
She got up from her bed and opened her closet. She grabbed a plain white shirt, black leather jacket, skinny jeans, and light brown leather boots. She quickly put the clothing on and headed downstairs to her kitchen. Now she says her kitchen because her dad can't cook to save both their lives. It's not even funny. One time he tried to cook some scrambled eggs for breakfast and a fire started in the kitchen and in extension a part of the house. They had to go to a run down hotel for a week until the repairs were finished. She would never forget the scent of rotting cheese mixed with sewage.
Now usually her dad would be home drinking a cup of coffee, but he had to go to the police station early. She toasted some bread and spread a decent amount of jelly on it. She ate it in four bites really quick, grabbed her backpack, and left thought the front door. She smiled as she saw her beautiful one of a kind jeep. "Did you miss me baby? I bet you did." She opened the car door and sat in the driver seat. She started it up and headed for school.
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"Sti-Stiles Wait!" She quickly walked to her jeep. "Stiles Please!" She prepared to get in the jeep when a hand grabbed her arm and twisted her body around to face Scott McCall. "What do you want McCall?" she asked coldly. Scott winced, "I'm sorry about not hanging out with you last night. It's just that Allis-." "No, Scott! I am fuckin tired of you! Every single little time something about Allison comes up. Every single thing is about her! I'm your best friend. But what do you do, you throw me aside like trash!" stiles whispered with venom. "I'm sorry but-." "No! I'm not taking any more of your stupid excuses. Until you start acting like an actual friend get the fuck away from me. I don't want to talk you or even see your face. So just leave me alone!" She slapped his hand away, got in her car, and raced away. She never noticed Scott's eyes widening nor the fact that her eyes flashed blood red for a second.
She wiped her tears away as she parked in the driveway. She got out of the jeep and entered her house slamming the door behind her. She ran to her room and jumped on her bed arms and legs spread apart like an x, her sobs were muffled by her pillow.