Chapter one

Four years ago I ran away from home to chase my dream, to join the army and after that become an office to help people in need. I was sixteen, old enough to join the army. So I joined. I served for three long years. Those years were the hardest and best years of my life.

One month ago I finally became an officer of the law, I smile at the thought. Because I'm only twenty and very young, sheriff Stilinski agreed on helping me back in Beacon Hills. I'm going there for my dream and to set things straight with my family, it's time.

My mom never accepted the way I always have been and still are, her favorite has always been my little sister, Lydia. She always was the perfect daughter. When we were younger I was always outside, hanging with the guys. Lydia on the other hand, always stayed inside playing with her dolls. Because, what if her flower dress gets dirty?!

You could say I was a 'tomboy'. I only wore shirts, jeans and All Stars when Lydia was wearing small heels with a girly dress. The only thing I've always liked better about myself then Lydia, is my body. Because I was outside most of the time, I had a tan. Where Lydia is pale, short and a bit plum, I'm tall, tan and lean. Well I'm not 'tall' but I'm 5'7 where Lydia is 5'3.

I'm standing in front of the big, white door after riding on my bike for seven hours. My friend Ellona is driving my clothes and belongings tomorrow. I look at my bike once more, if I leave now nobody ever knew I was here.

Before I could change my mind, I rang the bell. Two minutes later, Lydia opened the door. Next to her stands a pale, brown haired girl. I clear my throat, straighten my leather jacket and look at my sister.

"Hello Lyds, I'm back" I say in a strong voice.

For a second I notice the brown haired girl looking at me confused, but my attention quickly returns to my sister. She is studying my like she knows me from somewhere, but doesn't remember from what.

And now that I think about it, four years is a long time and I have changed a lot. My hair is long and dark brown, instead of my short blonde hair I used to have. I'm taller and have a lot more muscles thanks too the army. I'm also a lot tanner then I used to be thanks too the Miami Beach I practically lived on, and I wear make up.

"Calypso, is that really you?" Lydia asks me and gives me a hug. I hug back and smile. "It's me Lyds, it's me." I tell her, again I notice the brown haired girl looking very confused. I pull back and look at Lydia "Aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Of course I am. Calypso, this is my best friend Allison. Allison, my sister Calypso." She says, pointing at me. Allison smiles a shy smile "It's nice to meet you."

I heard the heels of my mother coming our way, I hold my breath and look at the ground. "Lydia, who's at the doo-" I look up slowly to see my mother staring at me with her mouth half open and confusion written all over her face. I exhale silently and smile a shy smile "Hey, mom" I say silently. Lydia looks from me to mom confused "Calypso is back, isn't it great!" She exclaims.

I smile at her, mom forced a tight smile on her face while she kept looking at me. "It's great. Honey, go upstairs with Allison. Your sister and I have a lot to talk about." She says, Lydia nods and after giving me one more hug she slowly walked up the stairs.

"What are you doing here?" mom asked me after inviting me in the house, making thee and sitting down.

"I'm here for my dream and to set things straight with you. You may not believe it, but I've missed you mom." I told her. Mom was looking at her thee on the coffee table, not touching or drinking it, just staring.

"Mom?" I say quietly. She looks up; her normally ice-cold green eyes are over flowing with tears.

"I know I've been hard on you. And I know you're not Lydia, and that's great. But when you're father lefts us-" she took in a deep breath "me, when he left me. I guess I just had a hard time thinking about you leaving me as well, I couldn't handle it." She told me.

I nod slowly, not showing any emotion. I've trained that when I was in the army. One time my team and me were kidnapped and interrogated, I was ice-cold. I didn't tell them anything and after we broke free, I kept training to improve my lying skills. Keeping my heart under control and training a poker face to perfection are some of those things.

"I guess it all comes together. After you told me I couldn't join the army and become an officer, I worked harder and harder just to prove you wrong. And now, me being a deputy in Beacon Hills just fits perfectly." I told her.

She nodded, sighed and looked up. She dried her tears, gave me a small smile and stood up. "Because you've been gone for so long, we turned your room into another guestroom, but it's till yours if you want." She told me. I nodded, my old room was always my favorite place in the entire house.

"I'll go take a look, I think I can still find it on my own." I told her, gave her another small smile and stood up. I quickly brought my teacup into the kitchen and walked up the stairs, third door on the right.

The room is still as beautiful, but it's not personal anymore. Not mine anymore. When I was sixteen, blue was my color. Every wall had to be blue, every lamp every pillow and every curtain had to be blue. My mom hated it, so it's no surprise she changed the color as soon as she could.

The beige walls with pink curtains, pink pillows and white bed look amazing together. I also like all the plants that are spread around the room, but it's clearly not my room anymore. The only things I recognize are my closet and old bureau with still the same light wood color.

I looked out of the window and saw a police car drive by. The reminds me, I promised the sheriff to check in when I get home. I walked out of the room, and into the bathroom across the hall.

I gave myself a once look over. Eyes still green and make up still good enough. Hair still in a tight ponytail and hair still clean, I think I'm good. Now, lets go too the station.

I walked out of the bathroom, said goodbye to mom and walked out of the door. I grabbed my iPhone and opened Google maps. I typed in 'Beacon Hills Police Station', got on my bike and followed the instructions.