What's the worst thing that can happen to you in high school?

Lydia Martin would probably say having a smudged make up or a strand of hair out of place. But for me, it's when that boy you've kind of liked since he first made a fool of himself of a certain popular queen bee in third grade thinks you're new.

I swear all my blood rushed to my face because from neck down, I felt numb from embarrassment. At one point, I felt a tingling sensation when he addressed me – but it was for all the wrong reasons.

See, I knew today was going to be such a horrible day.

It all started with a little mishap called my mother used my car and forgot to get gas. I was the kind of person that calculated almost everything in life – control freak, in a regular teen's vocabulary. But continuing on, I woke up thirty minutes before I had to leave for school just in time for my usual quick 15-minute shower and shoving my face with my mom's pre-prepared breakfast.

All was amiss when I got to my car and lo and behold – it's in the empty line. I dashed to the gas station and waited my turn. Apparently, the whole Beacon Hills population needs gas. So I was about 15 minutes late for class, which landed me in the back seat of the class and…

"Miss Danvers, see you in detention." Chemistry teacher said what?

I slumped down in the back seat, sighing. Not that sitting up straight would benefit me, as everyone else is ten times taller than me so regardless I'd be clueless on what's on the board. I'd rather just contemplate my bad luck and suffer through this morning.

Oy vey.

I haven't really day dreamed in class in a long, long time. Not that I'm an overachiever that does nothing in class but pay attention, well – I am – but I haven't really learned or experienced anything to change the way I feel about school. See, the school itself is populated by peasants (me) and royals (jocks) and a classroom is like my safe haven. In a classroom, I feel like I'm a royal…with the knowledge and they're the peasants with stupidity. But outside of class, they rule with an iron fist, declassifying which is which by the brand of your clothes.

"Um..hello?" I hear a distant voice and a slight move in my vision.

I snapped back in reality and had to blink several times before my eyes focused and enlarged with the face of Stiles Stilinski waving a hand in front of me.

Oh god. Don't fuck this up, Sage.

"Sorry, I was just – um…" I stuttered. Nice move, very nice.

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Oh it's fine, I was just wondering if you have extra papers?"

"Extra papers, what?"

He then went on to explain what papers are, "Well there's many different types of papers, most students use either wide ruled or college ruled binder papers. I usually prefer college ruled, but sometimes I like a regular 8x10 paper so I'm not restricted but since we're taking notes – "

My mind can't handle this. Not only is he talking to me, but we're talking about papers, for godssakes.

"Um…uh…" Oh for the love of god, talk, mouth, talk!

Stiles is one of those people that you either think is annoying or adorable. Luckily, he's the latter in my opinion. The way he tweaks and the fact that he doesn't even mind or care that he's a tad bit different than any of us is a breath of fresh air.

"I mean if you don't, I totally understand, I'll probably just.." He trailed.

I shook my head. Nope, I can't let this be the first and last conversation we have. Hook, Line and Sinker, baby. "No…No!"

The surprised look on his face and the awkward silence of the class settled in with my senses and I couldn't help but to bury my face in my hands. Once again, I made a fool out of myself – but this time – in front of the usual class clown. Of course Mr. Ferris didn't miss a beat –

"Ms. Danvers, is there something you'd like to say in the class?"

Oh Lord God, Buddha, all the deities and goddesses, whoever else people worship: help me!

I've never really been put to spot like this. Like I said, in the classroom, I've got total control. I'm the nerd who pays attention, not the girl who day dreams!

"Uh Mr. Ferris…my fault, she was trying to explain to me what electron transfiguration was." Knight in not-so-shining armor, Stiles raised his hand in defense.

Mr. Ferris narrowed his eyes as Scott looked at Stiles confusedly. "Next time address your question to me, Mr. Stilinski."

And that was the last we heard from Mr. Ferris as he started to go on about his lecture. I summoned the littlest courage I had left and tapped him in the shoulder, shyly saying, "Thanks."

He shrugged, smiling crookedly, "He shouldn't be picking on the new girl."

Yes.

That's when my confidence, self-esteem and courage all pummeled down the ground and disappeared into thin air. I could correct him, but that would make me look even more irrelevant.

For the remainder of the period, I kept my head down, eyes unfocused and hand moving at its own pace. Sometimes, I think of myself as an artist – yes, only sometimes. When I get bored, or upset, or extremely happy – whatever it is that feels remotely above average, I seem to be able to concoct an art piece. But on regular days, they're mere doodles and stick figures.

Weird, but that's me.

The loud clinging of the bell zapped me out of my state. As the class prepares to leave this bore of a class, a soft breeze came through the windows and knocked my paper away from my desk. I didn't even know what I drew, but before I could even grab it…another person's hand picked it up.

Allison Argent.

If there's anyone new, it'd be her.

A look of alarm dashed on her face, her eyes travelling to Stiles and Scott (who were both sitting next to each other). With shaking hands she brought it back to me, "Very cool drawing."

Her state of distress made me confused. Looking at my drawing, I was shocked to see it was a human, with hair – lots and lots of hair, and pointy ears and fangs. I've never drawn an intricate human before, even on my most euphoric state. It's always been a place or symbol, never a human.

My first thought is to be impressed by my fleeting skill, but as Stiles and Scott rounded up on me to see the piece of paper – they wore the same expression as Allison's. I looked at Stiles' gaping mouth and Scott's big eyes.

Scott.

I've never been in close contact with him or his clique, but now, I can see that lopsided jaw and his face features more clearly. My eyes darted back and forth between him and the drawing and that's where I realized why Allison reacted so heavily.

"Wh-what is this?" Scott asked nervously.

My mouth felt dry like, you know, like when you try chewing on a well done steak. This day is so horrible on all its accounts that I don't even know how to explain this to him or to his friends who are all staring at me like I'm this girl growing some long ears and sprouting mushrooms on my face.

I didn't realize I was again, in my own world, until Stiles clapped in front of my face, "Hey!"

"Oh god, sorry, I uh…" I stammered, shaking my head, "Well…I just got bored in-in class, so uh…"

Allison kneeled, looking at me eye level. Maybe I should've stood up instead of staying glued at my seat, "Hey Sage, it's not-it's a lovely drawing. But, um…who is this…and wh-what is he?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I just let my hands draw whatever," Okay, I desperately need to get away from these people. Kind of getting a bit claustrophobic here, "Um…I'm-I'm sorry if this was weird. Uh, I have to go…next class, you know?"

I didn't wait another second before dashing out of the class, rumpled paper in hand. That was the weirdest experience ever and god knows I didn't want that to be my first time conversing with the trio. I mentally slapped my face before noticing my one and only friend in this school.

"Whoa, hold your horses. Why are you in a rush?" Kira, oh sweet, innocent, just as weird as me, Kira.

I grabbed her arm and led her to lunch. In truth, there really was no 'next class', just a lame excuse I said to get out that awkward situation. Thinking about it now, the trio would also be going to lunch…so joke's on me.

"The gods have cursed me! I'm being punished!" I exclaimed, stuffing my notebooks back in my bag.

Kira snickered, "You don't even believe in a god."

"Exactly! My lack of faith have finally come to an end. I need to go to a church and be baptized something. I need god on my side!"

We sat at our usual spot, a table not too far from the activities, but far enough that people minded their own business. Kira took out a brown bag and handed me a sandwich packed by her father, "What's gotten into you?"

I tore off a bite, "I've just had the most awkward encounter with Stiles," Kira's eyes bulged up, knowing how…important…that encounter was to me. As it was my first time ever talking to him, it should've been perfect. Too bad we didn't have Lydia Martin on our side, she would've prepared all the necessary things to make it immaculate. "And Allison…and…Scott."

She gasped, her little crush on Scott was just as intense, "Tell me everything!"

I bit my lip, taking a sip from her juice. Not that I'm free loading or anything, but usually we alternate bringing lunch for each other. Just so happens that it's her turn. "You know those weird moments that I think I'm like Picasso or something?"

Kira nodded, "I mean sometimes you just really know how to draw."

"Well, I had one of the moments today in class." I said, fishing for that crumpled paper in my bag.

I gave her my artwork and even she painted the same expression as the three of them, "Is this…."

"Scott McCall? Apparently so. They all probably think I'm this weirdo that's after him. Well, newsflash Beacon Hills…it's actually you!"

She slapped my hand, silencing me. "Stop being so loud!"

I hushed my voice, looking around. My eyes darted to the people inhabiting the table next to us. Oh, great. Stiles seem to have noticed me and a flash of recognition appeared on his face. As he prepared to wave, I quickly tried to look away in embarrassment. "Is he still looking?"

Kira turned her face, "Sage, he looks dejected."

I looked back, willing to apologize, but their group was already huddled in secrecy. But in all honesty, they weren't actually being too discrete about it. We could hear bits and pieces of their conversations and let me tell you this, if other people who are not as weird or into some weird stuff as Kira and I heard it, they'd probably lose their newly founded popular status.

We sat in silence, both Kira and I trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, "Are they talking about…"

Jesus, they're even weirder than I thought.

Kira nodded, pulling and dragging me along over to them. Oh god…bad move, Kira. Bad move. She firmly planted her feet next to their table as I stumbled a bit. the group halted their conversation and the ever courageous and stupid Kira opened her mouth, "Hi. Sorry to be weird, but we can't help but overhear…"

Their eye size doubled.

"Not that we're listening in to what you're talking about, but you guys are pretty loud to be fair." I interjected, holding on to Kira's hand for support.

"Anyway, I believe there's actually a word for what you're talking about. It's called 'Bardo' which litereally means 'in-between-state.'"

"How do you know that?" Allison asked.

"It's Tibetean. Kira's dad is a history teacher; force-fed his kid some world history." I answered for Kira.

"If she's got the history teacher dad, so…who are you and why are you relevant?" The ever so loving Lydia Martin asked sassily.

I may be klutzy or have a slight hobby of reading on to historic mythology, but in no way am I a doormat. I let go of Kira's hand, a sign of my strength and courage and looked at Lydia with eyes narrowed. But before I could even bark at her,

"Her name is Sage…she's in my Chemistry class. She's new."

Oh, that again.

I rounded on Stiles, fuming with embarrassment and a hint of argument, "Actually, I've been going to school with you since first grade. If you can only open your eyes and see other people than Lydia's overly hairsprayed hair, you would've noticed that," I knew that was harsh, as evidenced by his fallen face. But I don't know what came over me; my intense anger for being a nobody has finally engulfed me. "And Lydia, you're right. I'm not really relevant to your group. Kira's helped you with your…situation, whatever it may be and now we're done."

This time, it was me dragging her along. I felt bad that her and Scott actually had a moment of staring into each other there, but I don't know if I'd ever keep my cool if Lydia started attacking Kira. We ended up in her dad's classroom, empty.

Kira squeezed my hand, "Hey, don't worry about Lydia."

"She just really irritates me! She's so condescending and grrrr!"

Kira smiled, taking a chalk and handing it to me, "My dad isn't here yet, Picasso."

She knew my weird artistic ability is going to hit me. I took the chalk as she sat on one of the chairs, watching my ability flourish. My mind went black as the chalk met with the board and my hand felt alive than ever. In the background, I could hear Kira chatting with me and me, responding. But my mind…see, it's overfilled by this strange picturesque image.

It's all I could see.

"What're you two – " That was the voice of Mr. Yukimura, who revived me from my dream state. He looked taken a back from what I've drew and I took a step back to finally see this masterpiece.

It wasn't anything…spectacular. It was just a drawing of a tree that's been cut down, with only the roots showing.

Mr. Yukimura's face was drained of color and suddenly, my artistic ability doesn't seem like a joking matter anymore.

This will resemble season 3b but will be different! Please let me know what your initial thoughts are!