Chapter Two: Meeting Hope.


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The sun shone through a window of a Beacon Hills home. It was the first day of school, something most teenagers dread. However, at about five in the morning, a sixteen year old girl could not wait. Hope Stilinski hadn't been to an actual public school in five years. For her whole middle school career and her first two years at high school, she was away at a performing arts school in New York. They offered year round board so, instead of having to deal with the long flights and jet lag of constant coast-to-coast travel, she chose to stay.

There were many reasons why she was so excited for school. First of all, she was going to be spending her last high school years with her twin brother and best friend. Ever since the day they were born, Stiles and Hope were inseparable. They never really went through the individuality stage. They would always play together and they never had anything more than petty arguments that were quickly diffused.

Stiles was twelve minutes older than Hope, so he naturally took on the big brother role. He always tried to protect her from everything. However, she didn't exactly take on the damsel in distress role. In grade school, when people would pick on Stiles for being jittery from his ADD, she would always stick up for him no matter how big, how old, or just who the bully was. The only reason boys would step down from her was only because she was a girl and, out of the twins, Hope was always the smaller one.

Almost every young girl goes through the phase where they want to be a ballerina, and Hope was no exception. When she was 2, she begged her mom and dad to put her in a ballet class, and she quickly fell in love. She would always just dance around the house and put on little shows for Stiles and their parents. Their dad, being a police officer, was relatively busy so he couldn't make it to every recital, but their mom and Stiles were always there. Her mother's favorite thing was watching Hope dance. She went to every practice and every recital.

When their mother died, they were all devastated. Hope took it the hardest. For a whole month, it was like the whole house had died. Officer Stilinski needed to take on more work hours, leaving Stiles and Hope at home with the neighbors to check on them. Stiles was less jittery and started to have panic attacks as a result. Hope stopped dancing. One day, they got back from taking Stiles home from the hospital for another panic attack and Mr. Stilinski had enough. He sat the children down and explained to them that they needed to keep living. That this wasn't what their mother would want.

After that, they returned to the swing of things. Hope danced more and was eventually offered a full ride scholarship to one of the most prestigious dance academies in the U.S. Now, she was back and she was ready to be with her loved ones.

She woke up at five in the morning to her cell phone alarm playing the chorus from Born This Way by Lady GaGa. She was always a positive person, so she thought this would be a nice thing to wake up to. She got out of bed, grabbed her clothes, and headed towards her bathroom. She showered, got dressed and blow dried her hair. She headed downstairs to make some breakfast for her father, brother, and herself. As she was walking down the stairs she stopped and listened to the sounds of her family sleeping. She sighed happily and continued downstairs. Hope loved nothing more than her family, not even dancing. Being home, to her, was the happiest thing ever.

She cooked eggs, bacon, and toast. When she was done, she looked at the time on the microwave and saw it to be 6:20. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Stiles and her dad said they would be up by 6:10, but then, remembering who she lived with, realized this was normal. She made up their plates and put them in the microwave so they could be heated up when they came down. She sat down and started eating and at about 6:30, the Stilinski boys slumped into the kitchen.

"Morning you guys!"

Being so excited, Hope was exceedingly chipper, but her greeting was only met with unintelligible grumbles. She laughed softly to herself and put her plate in the dishwasher. She kissed her dad on the cheek before heading back upstairs. She was about halfway up when she realized she forgot something.

"Oh! Guys, I made breakfast. Your food is in the microwave!"

"FOOD?"

Hope laughed as she heard her brother run to the microwave. 'Some things just never change.' Hope thought to herself. She continued back into her bathroom to do her make-up. She did a simple natural look like she usually did. She applied a light foundation, a light blush and bronzer combination, soft brown eyeliner, a light brown eye shadow, and black-brown mascara. She quickly fixed her naturally wavy hair a little, mostly just setting it with hair spray. She went to her bedroom and grabbed her grey Jansport book bag. She put it on and looked herself over in her full length mirror before leaving.

She was wearing a mostly pink floral tank top under an unbuttoned tan cardigan. Her skinny jeans were a light blue and were slightly ripped in some spots. She finished it with tan strappy heels and a long silver necklace with an elephant pendant. She did wear heels for fashion, but it was mostly because her height without them was 5 foot even. She smiled at her appearance and grabbed her grey jacket. She put it on and went downstairs to wait for Stiles. She sat down at the kitchen table to wait with her dad.

Her dad looked up from his newspaper at her, "Oh, hey Hope."

"Hi daddy."

"Look, I know it's your first day of school and it's probably nerve wracking, but you shouldn't worry. You're smart and nice, so I know you'll do good in your classes and you'll make new friends and you always have Stiles and Scott. And if you don't like it here, you can always go back to New York, I'm sure Principal Williams will take you back, you know she loves you and-"

Hope put up one hand to stop her father's rant, "Dad! I'm gonna be fine. I'm going to high school, not war."

"Well, they could be considered the same thing," said Stiles sarcastically as he walked into the kitchen. Hope rolled her eyes at her family. She knew both men were worried about her, but she knew she would be fine. "Are you ready to go?"

Hope smiled brightly at her brother, "I'm ready."


Well, now you've met Hope! This chapter was basically to set up her background so you could find out who she was. Also, she is being portrayed by Lucy Hale. Rate/Comment/Subscribe!