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I drove down a back road and made a very sharp turn up a long and steep driveway. Once at the top of the hill I got off my motorcycle and sighed at the Southern styled house. Taking off my helmet I remembered growing up here, running in the large backyard, my friends and I pushing each other into the pool and sledding down the hill in the winter.
"Hello Beacon Hills, did you miss me?" I asked the large white house with the dark green shutters and wrap-around porch.
Dropping my helmet, I hurried up the porch steps and pulled the keys from the planter and slipped them into the keyhole. I stepped cautiously into the front hall and looked around, a smug grin spread across my face as I realized that everything was completely the same as it had been 6 long years ago. I looked around and realized that the movers dropped my 4 boxes on my mothers favorite couch, even though I asked them to drop them off in my room. Muttering insults about lazy ass movers I stacked the boxes and picked them up, running up the grand staircase and unloading them into my bedroom. The first box had every athletic and academic trophy I owned. The second had photos and diaries, the third and fourth containing clothes. After completely unpacking I stopped and smiled at the mural my mother had painted for me, then moved the blue hand chair that sat in the far corner of my room. It revealed the names of my friends and a date that said 7/20/05 and the names: Lydia, Danny, Stiles, Scott, Boyd, Isaac, Cora, Derek, Laura, Jackson, and Erica. I smiled wide at the names and wondered how they turned out. I hoped that Derek, Laura, and Cora where okay because I know they got separated after the Hale house fire. I started down the hall towards the bathroom running a hand through my long dark hair.
In front of the bathroom mirror I realized how different I used to look. Now I have a slender face, full lips, golden brown skin, slim nose with a rounded tip, and wide hazel eyes with blue and green flecks in the iris. Before my face was slightly chubby, my nose is the same, and my eyes used to be dark brown. I began to pull my hair back when I realized it had begun to curl from the humidity, and grinned at the fiery tips of my hair. I pulled off my leather jacket and lifted the side of my infinite love shirt, to check the large bite on my side. "That's what you get for getting involved with an alpha", I thought to myself. Pulling the gauze off I knew that this was going to be bad. If the bite didn't kill me which it most likely would, then I would be a three fold hybrid. I opened my eyes and saw no sign I was bitten.
"Oh shit", I mumbled to myself.