I noticed everything. Every little freaking thing that went on in Beacon Hills High School, in Beacon Hills itself. I knew about the werewolves in the town. I knew about the Kanima. I knew everything and everybody in the town. I knew that Peter and Derek Hale had come back to town. I even knew who the werewolves were. Peter Hale. Derek Hale. Scott McCall. Vernon Boyd. Erica Reyes. Isaac Lahey. I knew the Kanima was Jackson. No one knew that I knew about the Argents being Hunters. Nobody noticed me and that let me get around without any problems.
I was the one nobody noticed. Well, almost everybody. I had reason to think that one person noticed me when I was invisible. Even when I had no friends and no people to turn to, I was always cared for. A blanket or two in the winter. Notes to help me with school when I was sick. But I never saw this person. I had my suspicions on who it was though. Even my own fucking parents didnt even care enough to be with their own daughter.
Last week, I was invisible. The one nobody noticed. Today, I am a confident girl who will hopefully not be invisible anymore.
My name is Katherine Terros. This is my story of Beacon Hills and its supernatural creatures.
Hi to anyone who reads this. I would like to know if anyone thinks this story is worthwhile to continue :)
- Sand Sibling