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"This town will never change.
People come and go, it's all the same."
—Idle Town by Conan Gray
This is it. This is the last straw, Sawyer Duncan thought as she slammed her locker, filled to the brim with crumpled papers, shut. Turning on her heel, she scanned the area for the culprit, only to find an empty hallway, except for Sawyer's only friend, Donna Myers. The final bell had rang long ago, and Beacon Hills Middle School had completely cleared out
"Damn, kid, you need to start sticking up for yourself every once and a while," Donna told her, her slender arms folded over her chest, and her hazel eyes peering out from behind her round tinted sunglasses.
Sawyer groaned. "I know, Don," she complained. "Just 'cause I have a job, and I don't talk much, everyone in the eighth grade hates me!" She was one of the youngest eighth graders at Beacon Hills Middle School, and the only student there to have a job, which apparently warranted relentless bullying. Technically, she was supposed to be in the seventh grade—she was only thirteen, after all—but she skipped a grade, which apparently made them hate her even more.
"Dunno if they hate you," Donna mused, pocketing her sunglasses. "They just think you think you're better than them. Which you are, but that's just my opinion. Anyway, speaking of your job, you'd better get a move on if you don't wanna be late." She jerked her
Sawyer's job at the library was very simple: she just had to scan books, take the money for fines, and help somebody if they looked lost. She liked her job; the library was a quaint, comfy little place, filled with the things she loved—books. Donna, however, did not share the younger girl's cheerful mentality about the situation.
Donna was lying dramatically on top of the library counter. She turned her head to face Sawyer, pouting childishly. "How on earth do you survive this?" Donna asked, groaning. Like always, the young woman received a total of zero dirty looks, which was because Donna Myers was, in fact, a ghost. She had died at some point in the 1960s, and, for reasons unknown, Sawyer was the only one who could see ghosts. It was admittedly part of the reason she had no friends.
Rolling her eyes, Sawyer opened her mouth to retort, only to shut her mouth and then say as politely as she could, "Can I help you?" A high school boy had approached the counter and was drumming his hands on the plastic surface apprehensively. He hadn't noticed her yet, choosing instead to glance around the room quickly.
The teenager jumped, before glancing down at Sawyer with a look that seemed to say, What the hell are you doing here, kid? He raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You work here?"
Sawyer shrugged. "I don't get paid, but yeah."
Apparently, that was a good enough answer for him. "Well, I was wondering if you guys had any books on mythological creatures, specifically werewolves?"
"Yeah, they're over in that corner over there with the other folklore books," Sawyer responded, pointing to the far left corner of the library. "Do you mind if I ask why you want to read about werewolves of all things?"
Rubbing the back of his neck, the teen responded, "Well, it's, uh, for an English project! Yep, we have to choose a made-up creature and write about it. In this case, a werewolf."
Donna scoffed. "That is the biggest load of bull I have ever heard in my life."
Ignoring her friend, Sawyer smiled at the high school boy as politely as she could. "Good luck with your project, then! And, if you plan on checking any books out, just bring them up here, and they'll be due within three weeks."
The boy managed a small smile. "Thanks, uh..."
"Sawyer," she told him. "Sawyer Duncan."
"Stiles," he replied. "Thanks again, Sawyer—you're a life saver!" With that, the boy—Stiles—quickly made his way in the direction Sawyer had pointed him.
Donna huffed as she sat on the counter. "Man, this one is a pisser," she commented. "I know that dude's lying, but I don't know what he's lying about!"
Sawyer rolled her eyes as she whispered discreetly, "Don, you're a ghost. Literally nobody can see you. I'm sure you can find this out pretty easily."
Slapping a hand to her forehead, Donna groaned, "Oh, duh! I knew that!" She quickly floated out of the library, leaving Sawyer by herself at the counter.
The rest of Sawyer's work day was unfortunately uneventful, and, before she knew it, she found herself sitting on her bed, pouring over her maths textbook. As she scanned the page, reading about the fascinating topic of exponents, a sudden voice whispered in her ear: "Boo."
Shrieking, Sawyer threw up her arms, accidentally letting the textbook sitting on her lap fall to the floor with a loud BANG!
"Donna!" She complained, glaring at the hysterical ghost. "Stop doing that!" For once, she was thankful that her mother was working late at the hospital—Sawyer didn't really want her mom coming into her room to investigate why the textbook was thrown to the floor.
"Sorry, sorry," Donna told her, grinning.
Sawyer rolled her eyes. "No, you're not."
"Yeah, you're right. I'm not," the ghost agreed cheekily before the smile faded from her face, leaving a hauntingly grave expression. "But I've got news, kiddo, big news."
"What is it?" Sawyer
"That Stiles kid?" Donna began. "His buddy is a real, genuine werewolf. Those animal attacks that've been driving the fuzz everywhere? Those are other werewolves."
"Are you serious?" Sawyer asked, her eyes widening to saucers.
"As a heart attack," replied the ghost. "We're not in Dullsville anymore, kiddo."
Even though she didn't want to believe it, Sawyer knew that Donna's words rang true. She could see ghosts, after all. Didn't that mean that werewolves were a possibility, too? Oh, God, if werewolves and ghosts were real, then what else was real? Vampires?
Sawyer shook her head. Now wasn't the time to have a melt down. Looking back at Donna, she asked softly, "Are we going to do anything with this new information?"
"Of course we are," Donna scoffed. "We're gonna get down to the nitty-gritty of this situation, kid, so you'd better get ready. We start tomorrow after school—don't be late!"
This chapter was edited on April 25, 2018. I apologize for the mess this chapter was!