Chapter One

"What am I going to wear?" I whispered under my breath, searching through my closet. Of course I had been staring at every piece of clothing I owned for hours now. Tomorrow was the first day of school. Soon, I'd be back in the halls of Beacon Hills High School. Back to my best friends, back to staring daggers at Lydia Martin, and most importantly, back on the soccer field. But just like the start of every school, there was no way I'd get any sleep tonight.

Pulling me out of my thoughts, I heard a shuffling in the trees outside my house. Oh my gosh, someone's trying to break in.

"Scott!" I called to my twin brother. No answer. "Scott, I need your help." How could he not hear me? He's only in the next room. Screw him. I grabbed my curling wand as a weapon and quietly made my way out of my room and down the stairs. I continued out to my porch, curling wand up, and saw Scott holding a baseball bat.

I released a sigh of relief. "Why are you out here making noise?" He shushed me, and then whispered, "I heard noises." Suddenly, a dark figure, hanging on the porch roof, fell into an upside down position. All three of us hollered in fear.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Scott exclaimed. Stiles Stilinski, Scott's goofy best friend, had a sheepish expression on his face. "You weren't picking up your phone!"

Still hanging upside down, he continues, "I know it's late, but you guys gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even State Police."

"For what?" I asked

"Two joggers found a body in the woods."

"A dead body?" I scoffed after Scott asked that.

"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body." Stiles reaches up to free himself and lands on his feet in front of us. "We're going."

"Count me out, boys." I chimed in.

"What? No. You're going to regret not coming, Miranda." He replied.

I shook my head. "I've got to pick out an outfit."

Scott shrugged. "Keep your window open."

"Okay and advice for the future, Stilinski, you should really give your poor dad some privacy. I'm sure he'd appreciate it." I smirked before walking back inside and up to my room.

I placed my curling wand back onto my dresser and sat on the edge of bed, facing my closet. Back to square one.

Next Morning

After staying up all night, my outfit of the day was finally put together: a denim high waisted skater skirt, pink cut out bralette top, a pair of white high-top converse, my lucky cross necklace, and an oversized grey cardigan. I was done with all preparation. My olive skin looked clear and clean, my makeup looked light yet effective, and my hair, in all honesty, appeared flawless. Now all I had to do was wait for my best friend, Jackson, to come pick me up in his Porsche. And if you know, Jackson, you know that he's probably staring at himself in the mirror right now.

My mom was getting some sleep in before his night shift and the hospital, and Scott left, in a quite a hurry, like 2 minutes ago. So until an expensive car pulls up in my driveway, I'm stuck sitting in my kitchen. Suddenly music starts blaring from my cell phone. Incoming Call: Jackson Whittemore

"Hey, loser. Where are you?" I said in a snarky tone.

I heard a chuckle from his line. "I'm outside." Then, he hung up. I grabbed my backpack and rushed outside to see my best friend standing next to his car, waiting for me.

"Jackson!" I smiled and attacked him in a hug. "What kept you so long?" I asked before getting into the passenger's seat.

"Sorry, I woke up a little late." He smiled at me.

Pulling into a parking spot at school, Jackson sighed. "Another year in this hell hole, huh?"

"For a hell hole, you seem to love it pretty damn much." I smirked. Before he could answer, Scott caught my eye, putting his bike into the rack. When we got out of the car, Jackson sneered at him. "Watch the paint job, nerd."

I slapped his arm, warningly. "Be nice." Then I remembered last night. "We'll talk later, bro. Okay?"

After picking up our schedules, Jackson and I met up with his girlfriend, the infamous Lydia Martin. She linked arms with Jackson. "Cute outfit, Miranda."

I gave her a fake smile, and then looked down at my paper. "Thanks. You too." But I no longer had her attention when I looked up. She was sucking face with Jackson.

"Guys, I've gotta get to class now. See you later. Make sure not to swallow each other." I dismissed myself to English, awkwardly.

When I got to class, I saw Scott and Stiles whispering to each other. I got some waves from some of the other people and class and smiles. It wasn't until I sat in front of Stiles that they noticed me. I turned to face them. "So how'd it go last night?"

Stiles replied. "I got caught… by my dad, and Scott attacked by some animal-"

"A wolf." Scott insisted.

"What? Are you okay?" I asked, trying to look for some sign of distress. He nodded. "Yeah I guess, but I lost my inhaler so I have to go back to look for it."

Stiles looked at me. "I guess searching for an outfit all night paid off."

"Thanks. Beauty takes time." I joked.

"I'm sure it does." Stiles replied.

Our teacher started writing things on the board that I wasn't particularly interested in. A couple minutes into the period, the principal and a girl I don't recognize walk into the classroom.

"Class, this is our new student Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." He said. She looked really nervous. I caught her eye as she stood at the front of the room. I gave her a friendly smile, encouraging her to take the empty seat next me and in front of Scott.

"Hey. I'm Miranda. Welcome to Beacon Hills." I shook her hand.

She smiled appreciatively. "Thanks. I'm Allison." She pulls her notebook out onto the desk, and then Scott tapped her on the shoulder, holding a pen out for her.

Surprised, she gladly took it. "Thanks." When she turned around, I saw a cheesy smile grow on his face.

"That's my twin brother, Scott." I whispered.

"Really? You do kinda look like him." She smiled.

"Yeah and the goofball behind me is Stiles." We both turned to look at Stiles, who froze in front of us.

"Hey?" He said, confused.

I took it upon myself to show Allison the ropes since she was new, so the two of us were walking to the cafeteria. Everything was quiet until the big double doors opened. When we walk in, I see Jackson, Lydia, my other best friend Danny, and a bunch of lacrosse players sitting at our regular lunch table.

We joined them after we paid for our food. "Guys, this is my Allison. She's new this year."

She smiled and waved shyly. "Hi."

"That jacket is killer. Where'd you get it?" Lydia asked.

"Oh my mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison replied. I see Jackson try to pull Lydia towards him, but she brushes him off. I wrap my arms around Danny's neck, grabbing his attention.

"Hey bestie! I missed you so much!" I exclaim as he smiles.

"Aw, I missed you too. I haven't seen you all summer. I was in Hawaii."

"That's so cool. Did you bring me anything?" I smirked, knowing what the answer was.

"Nah but we do need to hang out soon." And just like that we kept talking the whole lunch period. Soon, the first day was already coming to an end, and Lydia, Allison, and I were heading to the lacrosse field to watch tryouts.

"McCall! You're in goal!" Coach Finstock yelled at Scott. After a brief conversation, he did as Coach said and walked to the goal.

"Who is this guy anyways?" Lydia asked.

I rolled my eyes. "That's my twin brother Scott. Don't act like you don't know."

Yeah," Allison chimed in. "He's in our English class."

After failing at catching the first throw, the whole team laughed wildly at Scott, but then something extraordinary happened. He caught next one. He caught it. Then the next player steps up to try. Again, Scott catches the ball.

"He seems pretty good." Allison said.

"Very good." Lydia agreed, suddenly interested.

I shrugged. "He's been practicing all summer."

Next up was Jackson, the team captain. Scott's newfound confidence was deflated. With a glare set on Scott, Jackson readied himself and charged to throw the ball. But Scott moved with incredible precision. He did it! Stiles jumped from the bench, followed by the three of us, and hollered in excitement.

Scott just stood there, a huge smile on his face.

In The Woods

We were trying to retrace Scott's steps and find his inhaler but another topic was in mind.

"I don't know what it was. I mean I felt like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I mean I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. And I can smell things." He said in a kind of panicky tone.

"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles asked.

"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."

"I don't have any…" Stiles pulled out an old piece of gum from his jacket pocket.

"So this all started with a bite?" I smirked.

"What if it's an infection? What if my body is flooding with adrenaline before I fall into shock? I knew I should have gone to the ER."

Stiles had a mischievous smile on his face. "I've actually heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."

Scott, looking genuinely worried, asked. "Are you serious?"

Stiles nodded. "All the symptoms add up. I think it's called... Lycanthropy."

I shook my head and tried to hold back my laughter, but Scott didn't get the joke. "What's that? Is it bad? It sounds bad."

"Oh yeah." I said. "But only once a month."

Scott looked at me. "Once a month?"

"On the night of a full moon." Stiles answered in a "spooky" voice. Finally, Scott finally got it.

I shrugged. "You did say it was a wolf, though. Maybe you're a werewolf."

After a while, we still couldn't find the inhaler. "Dude, mom is not gonna be happy if you don't find it."

Scot nodded. "I know. Those things cost like 80 bucks."

"Uh, g-guys." Stiles stuttered, getting us to notice that we had company.

The man standing a couple feet away from us stared coldly at us. "What are you doing here? This is private property."

"We're sorry." I said. "We were just looking for something. Sorry to bother you." We were about to turn to leave but the strange man took Scott's inhaler from his pocket and tossed it to him.

After we left, Stiles whispered to us. "Guys, that was Derek Hale. His family died in a fire like ten years ago."

"Six years ago." I corrected. I remembered the Hale house fire, and suddenly felt sympathy for him. "Poor guy. Wonder what he's doing back here."

For some strange reason, I felt as if this was definitely not the last I would be seeing of him.

Thanks for reading guys. I'm gonna try and update a lot so you guys should give me some constructive criticism. It's gonna be kind of hard to write Miranda into all three seasons but I'll try.

Miranda's outfit: cgi/set?id=93909751