"You know Michael; this whole 'moving interstate' thing is really quite unnecessary." My Father diverted his eyes from the dark road to raise his eyebrows at me.

"It's Dad to you, you little ingrate – and you know why we're moving. This is our fresh start." I rolled my eyes back at him.

"You mean our fresh fresh start?"

"You know what I mean, Andy."

"Whatever." I mumbled in reply, slipping my earphones into my ears. 'This time will definitely be different. I'm going to make sure of it.'

It was four thirty on a Wednesday morning and the street lights lining the roads of Beacon Hills were just beginning to grace our vision.

"You know Dad; this place doesn't look half bad. Maybe I won't neck myself as soon as originally intended." He ignored me. I took this time to gaze out the slightly fogged windows and study my new home. Lush forest hugged the town, shielding and protecting the lavish houses from the outside filth of the world. I could already imagine the spoilt, pretentious kids that resided here. The thought made me mentally gag. I blinked languidly, my eyelids beginning to droop.

- Teen Wolf –

A large groan escaped my lips and my body curled in on itself in a feeble attempt to hide from the sliver of light entering though the crack in-between my curtains.

"Seriously?" I mumbled, "Thousands of light-years away yet has perfect aim?" It didn't register until a few moments later that the last place I was conscious was in a car, and this was anything but. My body flung itself into a sitting position while my eyes scanned over my surroundings: large stainless cream walls encased me in a rather spacious bedroom. The room was completely empty except for a mattress on the floor, which was where I was currently residing. I quickly relieved the tension in my neck by twisting it side to side until I heard the satisfying crack then stood up and walked through the open door.

"Michael?" I stood at the top of the quaint staircase and peered down. "Dad?" After receiving no reply, I skidded down the stairs and into, what I assumed was, the kitchen. A slip of paper caught my eyes and I walked to it cautiously.

'Gone to meet the neighbours, be back soon. There should be cereal and milk in the fridge.

Love, Dad.'

I stared at the letter perplexedly.

"Where did he find stationery, and what the fuck is the cereal doing in the fridge? I'm going to put this one down to early-onset Alzheimer's."

Grabbing the bowl off the table, I poured myself a generous helping of Lucky Charms and made my way outside. After trudging through the slightly dewy lawn until I reached the footpath, I turned and admired the large doll-like house for the first time. The outside was painted a light Pavlova colour, while the roof was a slate grey. I smiled. Dad was right, this was our fresh fresh start and I was feeling optimistic; though I'd never admit that to him.

"So, do you like it?" Dad was standing next to me, his hand around my shoulders and a shit-eating grin on his face.

"It's nice Michael, I'm impressed. Although I do feel that by living here I should be obligated to own porcelain dolls and wear a tutu." He snorted.

"Come on you, come help me unpack." I grimaced at the large packing boxes freshly stacked on the veranda and nodded begrudgingly.

As my Father began to walk towards the house, my phone started to vibrate in my pocket, he turned towards me expectantly.

"Go ahead, I'll catch up." I called, gesturing for him to continue to the house. When I was sure that he was in the house, I retrieved the phone from my pocket and answered.

"What did you get?" West's low monotone voice rang back through the receiver.

"Not much, this town is surprisingly innocent. Minor corruption in the school system, nothing overly shocking – bribery for grades, but where doesn't that occur these days?"

"Uh uh, West; you underestimate the true value of an innocent town. It makes corruption a bigger deal and I'm sure our rich parents and teachers would not like for this information to leak and tarnish their pristine reputations. I need names."

"Okay, let's see what we've got." His voice trailed off as he searched. "Students are: Laura Kin, Henry South, Tyler Kennedy and Jackson Whittemore."

"Thanks buddy. I'll talk to you later." I quickly disconnected the line as I heard my Dad approaching.

"Who was that?" he asked, gesturing to the phone.

"Oh, uh, that was West." He nodded with a small grin on his face.

"Really? What are you two degenerates up to now?" I let out a small laugh.

"I can assure you Michael; I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Sure." He laughed sarcastically before wrapping his arm around my shoulders and guiding me towards the house.

After a day of unpacking; night fell rather quickly, much to my joy. I sat on my newly constructed bed, clad in my soft flannelette pyjamas and glared severely at the Beacon Hills High brochure that was clenched in my fist. Who were they to say that only boys could play lacrosse? This school was sounding more and more like it was being run by a bunch of sexist, narrow-minded fucks. I glanced over to my lacrosse stick and scowled. There was no way in hell I would roll over and let someone keep me from that field. Drastic times call for drastic measures and tomorrow at my pre-enrolment interview would be no exception.

- Teen Wolf –

I knew the sun was just beginning to rise by the way the bright vermillion light sprayed through my window. I was currently sitting at my personal mirror, somewhat vainly perfecting the finishing touches on my disguise. My long blood-orange dyed hair was now rolled and tucked under a messy, male brunette wig; breasts were bound while thicker eyebrows and makeshift sideburns had been added to my natural face. The lack of make-up on my skin left my faint acne scarring visible. If they were only going to let boys play on the lacrosse team, then I guess I'll have to enrol as a boy – since apparently the girls had no qualms with being treated as second class citizens.

The final stage of my transformation was deciding on the most masculine clothes I owned to put together an outfit with, which surprisingly was not difficult at all. I checked myself out in the full-length mirror on the wall.

"Dayum Andy, you make one sexy dude." I complimented my reflection.

"Do I even want to know?" A voice came from the door. I gasped and snapped my body towards the noise.

"Jesus Dad! You scared the bujeezus out of me!" I exclaimed while holding a hand to my chest.

"You're not serious with all this are you?" He asked disapprovingly and gestured to my 'get up'.

"Hey old man, you dragged me to another country and the half way across that country so you don't get a say in this! Lacrosse is the one thing I won't give up." I had briefed my Father on my plan and it was only occurring to me now that he may have misconstrued it as a joke. He held his hands up in a silent surrender.

"Okay, okay. But I will have no affiliation with this madness." I was surprised that he let it go so easily.

"Alright, so long as you know that means you will not be attending today's interview." His dark eyebrows quirked but he nodded in defeat.

"Okay then, see you when you get back."

I quietly thanked the lady who escorted me to the principal's office. The door creaked open and a tall, solid, ginger-haired man stepped out.

"Miss Walker?" He asked cautiously. I grinned at him.

"Yes. Principal Thomas I presume?" He nodded and shook my hand. "I give my sincerest apologies for my Father's absence; he's come down with a horrid case of the flu."

"Oh, please give him my best. Would you be alright to proceed with the interview alone, or should we postpone till a later date?" I shook my head.

"No, I'm fine. I'm sure I can handle this on my own. The earlier I start school, the better, right?" He smiled, agreeing with me as he led me over to his desk.

"Please, take a seat." I nodded and slid into the wooden chair opposite from the headmaster's spacious leather seat. He took his place behind the mahogany desk and sat tall, I chalked this down to an intimidation tactic. "So, Miss Walker-"

"Before we start," I interrupted him. "I would like to clear something with you, just so we're on the same page." He nodded silently; probably surprised that someone had the gall to interrupt him. "You're going to enrol me as a male." His face was one of outrage.

"Excuse me?" He asked incredulously.

"You are going to enrol me as a male." I repeated slowly, making him seem a fool.

"What makes you think I would do that?" He scoffed.

"Because I know that you wouldn't like to get information leaked to the public about your little scandal. Tut tut Mister Thomas, a little juvenile to be taking bribes is it not? I'm sure that the parents involved would not appreciate that dirty little black spot tarnishing their otherwise immaculate reputations. Wouldn't you agree?" I could tell I had him now. His Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly and a light sheen of sweat covered his forehead and upper lip. This guy needed a serious lesson in 'Pokerface 101'. "So as long as you want this to under wraps, you will enrol me as a male student, and, you will make sure to keep it a secret. Which I'm sure won't be too hard for you, right?" He nodded wordlessly, eyes bugged. "I suggest you get started on the paperwork and I'll see you tomorrow." I gave him one last superior smirk as I slipped silently out the door.