Chapter #1 : A Fresh Beginning

I stared out the car window, waiting to arrive in Beacon Hills where my mother lived and twin brother lived. My name is Jemelle ( Gem-el-ee) McCall, but most people call me Jem. My twin is Scott, and I hadn't seen him in 4 years. You can blame my dad. He took me away from my mom and brother when he walked out on them. He gained custody of me. But, I wish he hadn't. He bagan drinking, which caused him to become abusive towards me.

We lived in Washington, the state, in a house near the woods. Since my father had been drunk most days, I had taught myself how to hunt and how to defend myself. I also had gotten a gift from my closest friend, Stephanie. But what she gave me is for a different day. Anyways, I had become dependant on the woods. Since my dad hardly went grocery shopping, I had to get my own meal to eat. Sad, I know.

I had finally gotten away from him after he hit me across the face with a piece of plywood. My other friend, Lily, had reported it to DCFS. I was so happy she did. It saved my life from him.

I had taken a plane to California, and now, I was taking a cab home. Mom and Scott knew I was coming home today, but I'd only see Scott tonight. My mom had a tight schedule, sadly. I couldn't wait to see everyone I knew. I used to be friends with Lydia, Stiles, and Isaac. I actually used to have a crush on Isaac. They all knew I was coming back. Lydia and I still talked a lot, even though we didn't see each other a lot. Stiles, my brother from another mother, ALWAYS texted me when I texted him, even if he was in the middle of a practice. Scott was the same way. I also look a lot like my brother, but I have brown hair and blue eyes like my dad.

My cab drove down the street and pulled up by the curb. I paid the cab and got my bags out of the trunk. I noticed an old-looking jeep pulled up in the driveway, already parked. I grabbed my bags and walked up to the porch as the cab drove away.

I dug around in my bag and pulled out a key. I didn't know if it would still work, but it was worth a try. The key surprisingly went with ease into the hole and twisted. I pulled my key from the lock and turned the door knob. I walked slowly inside. It was still the same as I remembered. " Scott?" I said softly.

I heard heavy footsteps running through the house. I shivered. The last time I heard pounding feet, it was my father with plywood. Two people ran into the room. It was Scott and Stiles. Scott stopped in his tracks and stared at me. " J-Jemelle?" Scott asked.

I nodded." Hi Scott. Hi Stiles. Miss me?" Scott ran over to me and hugged me. I hugged back and began to try to hide my emotions. I always hid my emotions, mostly because it showed I was strong. But, I ended up bawling my eyes out.

" I missed you so much! Stiles, get over here!" I sobbed. Stiles ran over and we all had a group hug. We were like that for 10 minutes. I wiped my eyes and asked," Where should I put my things?"

Scott led my up the stairs and to my old bedroom. He opened the door and stepped in. " It's still the same, except for the old toys," I said.

" I'm glad your back, Jem," Stiles said.

" I am too," I replied.

" Oh! Jem, mom wants me to take you to the school. She's already got your class schedule and has registered you," Scott said.

" Ok, when do I start school then?"

" Next Friday," Scott said.

" THAT'S A WHOLE WEEK! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?" I whined. Scott laughed.

" Only Jemelle will miss school for a week and not enjoy it," Stiles said.

" Damn straight. When can I go and organize my locker?" I said.

" Well, we can go now if you want," Scott said.

" Let's go." I grabbed one of the boxes in the corner and filled it with my locker stuff. I'd have to wait to get my book.

We all walked down the stairs and to the jeep I saw earlier. " Is this yours or Stiles?" I asked.

" Mine," Stiles said. I nodded.

I got into the backseat and we drove away.

We all arrived at the school in 5 minutes and Stiles helped me out. Scott grabbed my box and led me inside. He unlocked the door to the school. " Where'd you get that?" I asked. Scott smiled. " Ways," he replied.

We entered the school building and Scott handed me my schedule. " Ok, I have Chemistry, Algebra, and Biology with you," Stiles said, looking over the paper.

" At least I can find out where to go now," I shrugged. " My locker is 109."

" Hey, it's by Allison's!" Stiles said.

" Who?" I asked.

" My girlfriend," Scott said.

" You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend!" I said. Scott shrugged. " Can we go walk around? Please?" Stiles asked.

" We've gotta help Jem!" Scott said.

" No, I'll be fine! Go ahead!" I said.

" You sure?"

" Yes."

They smiled at each other and ran off. I chuckled. They were still the same. I found locker 109 and spun in my combination. It wouldn't open. I tired again. Same thing. " Damner," I mumbled.

" You-you have to punch the locker and-and then put in the combo," I heard a deep voice from behind me. I pulled back my fist and punched it. I left a dent. Shit. I spun in the combo again and it opened with ease. " Huh, thanks," I said. I turned around and froze. Isaac stood there, his face perfect surrounded by blonde curls and blue eyes. " Isaac? Isaac Lahey?"

" Yeah...how did you know that?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. I hugged him. He stood frozen. He must not be used to this? " Are-are you who I-I think you are?"

" Depends, who do think I am?" I asked.

" J-Jemelle?" I smiled and nodded. " I missed you, Isaac," I whispered. I felt his heart beat raise. I pulled away. " You still look the same," I said, turning back to face my locker. " You-you seem the same," Isaac said.

" So...what brings you here?" I asked.

" Locker check," Isaac said.

" What's your locker number?" I asked.

" 110."

" Oh! You're right by mine!" I said. He smiled slightly. " What classes do you have with me then?" I asked.

We traded schedules. " We have almost all the same classes together! Well, except Algebra," I said. I was beginning to warm up to Isaac again. He nodded and gave me back my schedule. He opened his locker with ease as I hung up a few pictures onto the door. " Remember this picture?" I asked, holding it up. It was of us hugging each other when we were little. Isaac nodded and said," You kept it?"

" Yup. Sandbox love never dies, you know," I reasoned. I finished organizing and shut my locker. " When do you actually start school?" Isaac asked.

" Next Friday."

" Oh, ok. Listen, Jemelle, do you wanna, um, would you like to- um, I don't know-um,-"

" Hang out?" I finished.

" Yeah...that," he gulped.

" Sure!" I replied. He seemed surprised. " R-really?" he asked.

" Of course," I replied. He nodded.

" Well, I'll, um, text you?" Isaac said.

I smiled and nodded. He shut his locker. " Bye, Jemelle," he said, walking away as fast as possible.

**LATER*

Stiles and I were at the hospital, waiting to see Lydia. I had already seen my mom and tears had been spilled. I missed her too much it hurt. Stiles was asleep across the seats and he had his feet on me. I was cracking up like a maniac at what he was saying. " No, no you first. Me first?" he giggled and snored. I cracked up as my mom filed papers. Lydia's dad walked out. " Hi Jemelle. Long time no see."

" Nice to see you too, sir." He nodded and pointed at Stiles. " He's been here all night, hasn't he?" He made kissy faces. " He's been here all weekend," mom said.

" Really?" I asked. Mom nodded. One of the janitors came by and got the trash bag from the garbage can. " You're dirty," Stiles mumbled. The lady looked over and I laughed. Stiles then woke up and sat upright again. " Stiles...I'm hungry!"

" Why are you complaining to me?" he asked.

" You are the closest person by me," I explained.

" Come on, there's gotta be a vending machine around here," he said. We found one and I looked over the items. " Resses's peanut butter cups!" I said.

" I get them!" Stiles said.

" BUT I'M HUNGRY TOO! Can I at least have one?" I asked, kicking in the puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine," Stiles breathed. He shoved a few quarters into the vending machine and typed in 'I'. The peanut butter cups began to vend, but got stuck against the glass. Stiles pressed the button over and over again. " Well shit," I said.

" Seriously?" Stiles said. He beat on the vending machine. He then shook it. Nothing. " What are we going to do?" I asked. He tried to lift it up. " Ok, Superman, that's not going to work!" I said.

He violently shook it back and forth until it literally fell over. " No you've done it!" I whisper-yelled. He looked to see if anyone saw. No one was there. We heard a scream from Lydia's bathroom. " Lydia?" Stiles said. We ran towards her room. " What the hell was that?" Mom asked. We ran into the bathroom. She wasn't there. Mom shut off the water as we searched wildly for her. I looked towards the window. She had to have jumped out of it. I could still sense her fear in the room. One question though. Where did she run to?

Sherriff Stilinski was reported to work on the case of Lydia, and I checked her room again. There had to be something there. I ended up finding Lydia's robe. I walked out and past Sherriff. I smiled at him. He was a better dad to me than my real one. " Need a ride home?" Stiles asked. I nodded. We walked past the vending machine, where two guys were fixing it. I stopped Stiles and handed on of the guys a few quarters. " Can I please have a Reese's?" I asked politely. The guy laughed and pulled one out and handed it to me. I handed him the quarters. " SHank you," I said.

" Really, Jemelle? I get one! I went through a lot of work getting that!" Stiles said. I handed him one. We walked to the jeep and Scott was already there. Hmm...

We got in the jeep. Stiles handed him the robe I found and Scott said," This was the robe she was wearing?"

Stiles looked worried. " I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again," Scott said. " Just shove the thing in your face and let's find her."

I coughed. They turned. " Uh...I forgot she was there..." Stiles said.

" Let me guess...werewolf?" Scott nodded. " That explains why you smell like a wet dog," Isaid.

" You took that surprisingly well, Jem," Scott said.

" I'm pretty obsessed with the supernatural," I shrugged. " Can you just take me home? I need to unpack."

Stiles got ready to drive off, but a girl with black hair stopped us. She walked over to Scott. " What are you doing here?" Scott asked. " She's my best friend too and I need to find her before my father does."

" He knows?" Stiles asked.

" Yeah," she said. " I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs."

" a party?" Scott said.

" hunting party," she said.

" Get in." Scott let her in and she sat by me. Stiles drove off. " Um...is there something I'm missing?" I asked.

" Oh! Jemelle, this is Allison, my girlfriend. Allison, this is Jemelle, my twin sister," Scott said. I held out my hand and we shook on it. " Nice to meet you. Scott has told me about you before," Allison said.

" He's told me of you too," I said. She was worthy of Scott, luckily. The others dropped me off by the house and I went inside. I went up to my room and unpacked a little before plopping down on my bed and falling asleep.