The Art of Love & War.
Maya sighed as she attempted to tune her parents out as they laid down the ground rules of their new living situation. The Alexander's had just moved to Beacon Hills from Washington state. Her father Marcus had just opened up a private medical practice in Beacon Hills after her mother wanted the family move to a smaller town.
"Things aren't going to be how they were back in Seattle, Maya." Her mother said pointing her dinner fork at the girl.
Maya rolled the peas on her plate around with her fork looking down at her half eaten dinner.
"Mom I understand that, but had you guys been honest with me-"
"I know this is hard for you to understand," her Father interrupted, "but you need to adjust to the life you have here in Beacon Hills now."
Angry, Maya storms away from the dinner table and upstairs to her room. Most of her room is unpacked from the new move but some boxes linger in the corner of the room. The light from the moon casts upon a box of things in the room. Maya grabs a photo of an old woman from the box.
"Oh Nana, I wish you were here to tell me more about this stuff. You were the only one that would be honest about it." Maya spoke to the picture as she placed it on her dresser next to her jewelry box.
Maya looked to the moon from under the covers of her queen-sized bed she imagined the stories her Grandmother would tell her about werewolves and the supernatural as she drifted off to sleep. Dreading her first day at Beacon Hills High.