It was the summer before our senior year. We were going to kill it, and I mean in the good way. We weren't actually going to be killing anything hopefully. Okay I think Im getting ahead of myself. I'm Lydia, Lydia Martian. I was once the most popular girl in school but I went crazy, ran naked int he woods, and now I'm friends with two werewolves a werewolf hunter an alpha werewolf with huge problems and Stiles, the kid who has been crushing on me for forever really. Its kinda cute but anyways back to the story.
It was the last day of school and we were all going to my beach house. We all clearly need to relax even though some people didn't want to see each other (aka Scott and Allison) we were still going to have an amazing time. Allison got her dad to give her his car so we could all fit and Stiles was going to drive his jeep down. We loaded the jeep and Allison's car up and headed off. Allison and I along with Derek, which was strange because Allison almost killed his whole pack and I brought his crazy psycho uncle back to from a coma-like state. We turned the radio up blaring Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey. It is my favorite song of all time.
It wasn't long before we got to the cozy little beach house and unpacked. Allison and I shared the master room, Scott and Stiles the second biggest room, and Derek and Isaac the spare room.
It had been a long day so we all decided to go to sleep. But when we woke up the next day it would be a crazy good time, hopefully.
Hey guys thought I would try to do a summer vacation through Lydia's eyes. Let me know what you think.