"Come on Stiles, the car is started!"
"I'm coming, dad!" Stiles said, taking one last look at his old room.
Stiles was sixteen years old. He and his dad had lived in Dallas, Texas for eight now and Stiles had grown fond of the place. However his father had gotten offered the job of Sheriff in a large community style city called Beacon Hills in California, and he had accepted.
Stiles was nervous to leave Beacon Hills, he had friends, a job, a school.
"Stiles, seriously? Let's. Go!" Kevin Stilinski yelled from the door.
Stiles grabbed his last bag of stuff, took his final breath in, and headed out of the front door. Stiles got in the car, and his dad pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road.
"Stiles, please don't sulk. This move will be good for us." Kevin said, trying to convince him. Stiles just turned towards the window and put his headphones in and went to sleep.
Stiles was walking down a dark hallway.
"Derek? Derek are you there?" Stiles called out. No answer. He continued down the hall. His flashlight started to flicker and soon, it was out.
"Dammit! Stupid light!" Stiles said, as he threw the flashlight down the hall. The flashlight rolled down the hall and disappeared into the darkness. Suddenly, as if someone had pushed it back to him, it rolled and stopped at his feet. Stiles looked down at his feet, and saw the flashlight was covered in crimson red blood.
"Stiles! Stiles, wake up! You're dreaming!" Kevin said, shaking his son awake.
Stiles popped up in confusion and fear.
"What's going on?!" He half yelled.
"You were dreaming, actually, it was more of a nightmare. Something about a flashlight, and blood, and Derek. Who is Derek?"
"No one dad, probably just someone in a movie. Nothing to worry about," Stiles said, blushing. "Can we find something to eat?"
Kevin pulled into the McDonald's and they went inside to eat. As they ate, Stiles sat and thought about the dream he had just had. Who was Derek? He had never met a Derek before. Why was the dream so vivid? Like it had actually happened. Most importantly, where did the blood come from? Was it this Derek guy's? Was it his? Someone else? He decided not to think too much about it and just try and enjoy the rest of the trip to his new home.
They stayed at The Days Inn in Nevada for the night. They had about another 8-10 hour drive in the morning to make.
When Stiles woke the next morning, his dad was already in the shower. He waited till he was done, then he hopped into the shower himself. When he got out, he dressed, brushed his teeth, styled his hair with his famous 'Stiles Spike', and then went downstairs for breakfast and to start the day of travel.
It was finally 5:00 in the afternoon, and they passed the sign that said "Welcome to Beacon Hills! Pop: 25,056."
"Finally!" Stiles said, sighing. True, he was dreading starting his new life here, but it was good to finally be here.
They drove past a big school that looked to be 100 years old. The sign read: "Beacon Hills Private High, Home of the Wolves."
"Well Stiles, that's your new high school." Kevin said, motioning with his head.
"And I have to stay in a dorm ON campus?" Stiles asked, dreading that most of all.
"Yes Stiles, it's a private school, that's how they do things around here." Kevin said as he sped up the car a little bit, anxious to get there.
