Hey Everyone! This is my very, very first fanfction ever! Of course it's Teen Wolf *sighs* I actually just recently began watching the show and I am absolutely in love with it! I am in love with Derek Hale and genuinely believe he needs a love interest-Although I am a Sterek fan, haha but I have created Clara Summers who can hopefully break past his solid exterior. I'm not sure how this works but I will try my very best to update at a regular time. I honestly have no plot figured out yet for this particular story but I'll figure it out as we go along :) I think I'm supposed to tell you to review and rate...? You do whatever pleases you :P Please leave any suggestions and/or ideas that you may have to help me improve on this whole writing thingy. I really hope you enjoy it. ^_^
Disclaimer- I (unfortunately) do not own Teen Wolf. Only Clara Summers :)
Enjoy!
As the Wind Blows
The tires of the taxi squealed to a stop on the graveled pathway that led up to the old, abandoned house. Clara gently opened the car door and cautiously stepped out. Even though she knew there was no danger anywhere, her mind rushed with ideas of evil lurkers ready to pounce on her. Her legs wobbled as she tried to find her balance from the exhausting journey of coming from Japan to Beacon Hills. She squinted her eyes and blocked the burning, bright sun with her hand. Looking up to see the house where she would be living, it seemed to be quite unsatisfactory for her. The house was huge. Enormous, to say the least. For only one girl to be living in such a mansion was ridiculous. Why did I pick this house? She asked herself. The building was bricked, beige and tattered. Vines slithered up the chipped walls and hugged it under security but made it look eerie and dark. At least no one will bother me anytime soon. As she walked up three steps to the arched pillars to showcase the front door, Clara bit her lip. "Miss? Where would you like me to put these?" Her head snapped over to the elder driver who held her suitcases in a struggle. She opened the door and ushered him in, showing him where to put them.
The inside was absolutely beautiful, although boxes and boxes of her things had been scattered all around the house, it was still breathtaking. There were two staircases that intermingled in the center of the upper floor. On her right side, were a pair of glass doors to where the family room would be. On her left seemed to be another room for dining with 6 large windows illumined the room. As she moved forward in awe of the house she found the kitchen in perfect condition as well as the dining room which held a very delicate chandelier above it. She took a deep breath in wondering what the sight of upper floor would do to her, when a tap on her shoulder tore her from her trance. She looked over to see once again the short, stocky driver with sweat gleaming off his forehead. She tried to restrain a laugh at the sight of the man and nodded, handing over his tip. He took out a white napkin from his breast pocket and gently padded the sweat off his forehead. He gestured a "thank you" and left her alone. Alone in this gigantic house she would now have to call home. Alone once again, Clara put down her handbag and started unpacking things from the boxes that lay on the floor, untouched. It was nearly sunset when she finally urged herself to give up and decided to brew herself a cup of coffee. She sauntered over to the window and indulged her surroundings.
Clara had chosen a house deep within the forest, it seemed like a good idea at the time but now it seemed stupid. Her social skills weren't that great and she had a hard time showing affection towards anyone. She figured it was because of her distorted childhood that her teenage years were in such an unbeknownst of what a teenager should do. She wasn't at a great start either, at the age of sixteen with no family, friends or even a small animal companion. She was alone in the middle of a forest with no hope of going anywhere. Why have I come here? She flipped her golden hair over her shoulder and gave out a long weary sigh. Taking a sip of her disgustingly, bitter coffee she whispered, "Welcome home, Clara."