Rising to her feet, Clara brushed the fragments of dirt of her jeans, breathing in the soft gentle breeze as she let out a relaxed yet disappointed sigh. Her parents knew quite well she didn't want to be here besides there was only so much a teenager could enjoy being completely uprooted to a different town, never mind a different country. Who had even heard of Beacon Hills anyway?

Grabbing her satchel, Clara breathed in one last gulp of fresh winter air and her gentle green eyes whispered goodbye to the picture perfect forest before settling in to a lazy stride through the trees.

From what she'd gathered Beacon Hills was just your average small town and a hopeless population of hopeless teenagers with dreams to escape the fortress that was there hometown and a startling amount of mysterious deaths caused by looming animal attacks within its bearings, with a couple of murders thrown in for good measure. However by the peaceful woods that loomed at the edge of her garden, all that she felt was tranquillity, and she was highly undoubtfull that a serial killer was looming around the next wooded corner of the preserve.

A sudden pain shot through her shoulder as she felt something whack into her shoulder clumsily sending her stumbling into a tree. She let out an annoyed 'Ouch', bending down to grasp her pains offender in her palm, her fingers stoking the crimson lacrosse ball in her hand.

"Well hello England" a giddy voice sounded above her. Raising her glance she looked up to see a beaming caramel eyed boy looking down at her, his hair lazily swept into an untidy fashion. Behind him a shorter bronze skinned boy jogged into view accompanied by a lacrosse stick swung casually over his shoulder a matching grin to his companion, eyes darting eagerly to ball in Clara's palm. There was something in the caramel eyed voice that relaxed her in a soothing manor, so much she wanted to hear him speak again.

"How did you know I was English?" Clara questioned an intrigued look on her face.

"You see any other American girl would have probably, you know sworn at me if I hit a lacrosse ball at them" the boy speculated, earning a raised eyebrow from Clara "Oh and I heard your accent when you said 'ouch' when Isaac hit you with a ball so".

A second later another figure tumbled into Clara's view, sporting a pair of bright blue eyes and curly light brown locks cropped short alongside a guilty expression.

Carmel eyes held out a hand and said "I'm Stiles by the way" as Clara took his hand,

"This is Scott" he continued gesturing to the shorter boy behind him, who grinned widely at his recognition,

"And the douchebag who just hit you with a lacrosse ball" he said finally, earning a chuckle from Scott as he placed a hand on the blue eyed boy's shoulder who grimaced nervously "Is Isaac".

"Yeah I'm sorry about that" Isaac said a sorry expression of his face.

" It's fine really" Clara replied rubbing her shoulder " But I though lacrosse was played on a pitch not in the woods "she laughed earning looks of excitement from the trio.

"But England this isn't Lacrosse" Stiles returned a grin protruding his lips, " This is Field Lacrosse, the game with no rules but to hit whatever you can-"

"As fast as you can" Isaac grinned at Clara not lifting his gaze off of her.

"Well Isaac hit me pretty fast, so I'd say your game was a success" Clara smirked, throwing the ball to the blue eyed boy who caught it and slipped it into his pocket.

"New in town uh…?" Scott questioned

"Clara" she answered "And yes, I got here last night". To be honest the aftermath of the 9 hour flight she had suffered through was still daunting on her, and restraining an aching yawn was proving incredibly difficult.

"So how old are you Clara?" Isaac blabbed out, earning a comical look from Scott.

"Fourteen" Clara replied, a blare of disappointment passing over Isaacs face.

"Ahh freshman" Stiles sighed, however Clara raised an eyebrow.

"Actually junior" Clara muttered staring down at the earth, as her cheeks flushed red preparing for the outcry. It was obvious this town wasn't used to new people amour it's mists and Clara's case was no exception.

"Well then Clara…?"

"Chasseur" Clara finished as Isaac let out a splutter into the water bottle he was drinking from.

"Would you like to play?"