Hope was on a chair looking at her mom as she was still in a coma. She wished the process could be sped up. She put the blood bag she had snuck in and gently put it in her IV bag and sat back down.

"So, I might have friends, actual friends," Hope told her mom from where she was sitting. "You know when you moved us here I was so sure I was going to hate it. And, while I do miss New Orleans, I like it here. These people, are kind to me. Don't worry they don't know anything I promise. But that's the point, they don't know anything about us and seem to trust me. I would say that maybe it's just small-town people being this way but we've been to mystic falls." Hope said as she smiled faintly. "No one has called after aunt Freya but I'm pretty sure they've got a lot on their hands. But on the bright side no supernatural creatures in sight." She looked at the time and cursed. "I've got to get to school, bye mom." She said and left hurrying to the first floor where she signed the registration for her visit.

"How are you, Hope?" Melissa McCall asked. Hope had found out she had worked in this hospital a couple of days ago as she was visiting her mom and accidentally bumped into her and Melissa McCall had learned that Hope's mom was one of the patients here and learned she was in and coma and had sympathized them.

"I'm good, how's work for you?"

"It's going, it could be tiring sometimes," Melissa said. "Would you like to come over for dinner? I don't like the idea of kids alone in their house."

Hope thought about it for a second. "Sure, I'll come over after school. Thanks," Hope gave a small warm smile."

"Your welcome sweetie. Now off you go to school wouldn't want you to be late."

"Thank you," Hope said as she finished signing. "Bye Ms. McCall," Hope said as she left for the bus station and caught a ride. She got some practice from her uncle Elijah on how to drive a car but she doesn't have a driving license or even a learner's permit, she doesn't want to get pulled over on something to see she's not allowed to drive so she leaves their car alone.

The bus dropped her about a block away from school as she could hear the school bell ring signaling that class was starting, Hope cursed again and ran at normal human speed to enter the school and ran to her first class.

"Ms. Hope Marshall, that's the third time you're late to class," The teacher said.

"Sorry, family business," Hope said and took a seat, no one besides the group she hangs out with knows her mom is in the hospital and she likes to keep it that way.

"That's not going to cut it this time, after school detention." The teacher said and Hope groaned.

Looks like she's going to be late but she still tried to pay attention in class. Here's the thing, some teachers praised her, and some teachers hate her knowing everything defeating their purpose. This time instead of a sneaky look from the girl Kira she looked at her with pity like she was actually sorry about something.

Somehow along the way of the rest of class when Hope zoned out Kira managed to get herself into detention too. Hope guesses that it was from chit-chatting with some other girls.

Hope's mind drifts off to yesterday at free period. She does hope she gets into the lacrosse team. She might have drawn attention to herself trying out and throwing the ball at the boy at lunch, in her defense he deserved it. But also, maybe she can find lacrosse as a hobby that she likes that doesn't relate to making potions or spells. While it's true she did play flag football for Mystic Falls High, as well as The Salvatore school with the game wickery they invented, she only played to participate, fit in. Try, to fit in. And no one played attention to her as the Saltzman twins took the spotlight but she didn't mind at the time. But since there are no girls in this Lacrosse team, that'll definitely draw some attention to her. But it's not like they'll find that suspicious. Or even try to connect her to the supernatural. Everyone in this school probably thinks that the supernatural is just fantasy and myths.

"Hey, we haven't been called for a pack meeting this week," Scott told his friends as they were by the lockers.

"Oh yeah, I just noticed," Isaac reasoned.

"Maybe we should drop by, a surprise visit," Stiles suggested.

"That's a great idea," Lydia said. "Go after school?"

"Yeah, meet there at around 3:00?"

"Yeah, it's not like him to try and not keep us in line," Scott said.

"Let's not jump to conclusions yet,"

They passed by the sheet of paper hung up earlier by Coach, that told who out of the 15 players were going to be the 7 who made the team. Their eyes flickered over towards it and saw Hope reading it and smile a bit.

Hope was strolling the halls when she saw a crowd gathering, curious she went and saw the who made the Lacrosse team, her eyes did need to scan for long. Her name was at the top of the list, Hope Marshall. She smiled. She heard some groans and some cheers and high fives coming from around her.

"Nice job," she heard and turned to face a kid with spiking blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Thanks,"

"Back at my old school, they didn't even let girls try out."

"Well, that sucks," Hope said. "You transferred here too?"

"Yup from Devenford Prep you?"

"Out of the state,"

"Liam Dunbar," He said.

"Hope Marshall. You made the team too?" She asked.

"I did," he said and another kid came up. "Hey, Mason."

"Hey, you got a second?" The kid Mason asked Liam.

Hope turned away from the conversation waving a small wave as a goodbye then saw her, her...Friends. That was the only way she could think about them now. She decides they're ok.

"You made the team?" Allison asked.

"Yeah-" She got cut off by Lydia bring in her for a hug practically squealing.

"Is she always a hugger?" Hope asked as she got released to the rest of the group.

"Most of the time," Malia answered.

"No. All the time," Allison said.

"So, are you going anywhere after school?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, detention for being late, two hours," Hope said.

"That sucks, but hey at least it's not three hours"

"Yeah, well I'm off to the library again, see you guys later," Hope said and left.

"At least we won't have to worry about Hope following," Isaac said.

"Yeah, we don't need any more people involved in our complicated world," Allison said and they went on.

"Spells, spells spells, ah-ha," Hope muttered as she found the last book in the entire school that had spells. This time it was in a history book in the part about Salem. Ironic.

She took a peek around to make sure no one was around her and she took out a ring. It was in a box back at home in the attic that belonged to a woman Camille O'Connell. Apparently, she was a family friend.

Anyways, the ring was a dark object created by Camille's family, and they had allowed Hope to take some of the objects in case her magic wasn't working.

She closed her eyes and focused on the page in front of her. Relaxing herself, she chanted quietly a spell barely audible, and when she opened her eyes the page was a picture of the witch trials instead of instructions to light something or someone on fire.

Satisfied she closed the book and returned it to its place in the section behind her.

"Hi," She heard and turned to see the girl Kira.

"What do you want?" Hope asked going to the back of the library for her stuff.

"Um we haven't officially met, I'm Kira," She said holding out her hand.

"I know," Hope said.

Kira awkwardly put her hand down.

"What do you want?" Hope asked repeating her questions from earlier.

"I just come over and try and be friendly, with your mom in the hospital and stuff," Kira said and Hope stiffen for a second.

"How do you know about that?" Hope asked picking up her stuff.

"I accidentally stumbled upon it, and just wanted to say, sorry. I do not know how it must feel," She said with sincerity in her voice. Her heartbeat was steady, she was telling the truth.

"Well why are sorry, you've been giving me glares all the time I've been here," Hope said putting her bag on.

She turned around to see Kira's face morph into a face of confusion to time realization. "I have?" She asked.

Now it was Hopes turn to be confused. "Yes you have, now I'll be on my way to lunch," Hope said and made her way out of the library without giving Kira another word.

Hope decided not to sit with the rest today for lunch and decided to roam the hallways. She only went to her classes and didn't know the school that well even after being here after a few weeks. She was kept on walking until lunch was over. It was quite uneventful. But she did manage to memorize the school though.

The rest of the day at school was her taking notes and the teachers giving them a whole lot of homework. The bell rang and all the students were rushing to get home. Not Hope. She made her way to the class she got detention in.

"Take a seat, Miss Marshall, detention starts now," The teacher said and pointed to the seats. Then Kira walked in behind her. "Remember no, phones allowed."

They nodded and sat in a seat. Kira sat next to Hope.

"What's your angle?" Hope whispered.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry for whatever I did," Kira said.

"Whatever you did, really? You didn't do anything to me, it was just your attitude," Hope said and she saw Kira cringe.

"Yeah, about that-"

"Hey!" The teacher said. "No talking,"

They stayed silent and got out their homework.

"You have to believe that it wasn't me," Kira said as the teacher left the room

"It was you," Hope said her eyes not leaving the piece of paper in front of her.

"It's just that, I have, I have Dissociative identity disorder. Or D.I.D if you want to call it that. Had since as long as I can remember," Kira said. "My mom freaks out about it as if it was a dark spirit inside me trying to take over. So whatever I did or, oh god did I try to flirt with someone?!" Kira asked.

"Yeah, Scott. He told us," Hope asked. Now she was getting more confused.

Kira groaned as her sunk her face in her hands and made Hope scrunch up her eyebrows.

"Why?" Hope asked.

"That spirit as my mom calls it is the opposite of me. One, I like girls, not boys," Kira said. "And I just outed myself,"

Hope had to stifle a laugh. "If you are telling the truth, and I'm still not one hundred percent sure. You have to gain my trust if I'm going to believe you," Hope said as the teacher walked back in.

After school Scott and the rest of his friends minus Hope, went to go to Derek's loft.

"Derek!" Stiles called banging in the metal door. "Derek!"

After a minute of silence and knew they weren't going to get an answer and Scott prowled open the door with the help of Isaac.

They were able to open the door to only be hit with the scent of wolfsbane. Scott, Isaac, and Malia gasped as they could barely get any air in their lungs.

"I'll get them away you guys find what happened," Lydia said as she quickly pushed the werewolves and werecoyote, away from the loft.

As the rest got closer they saw the shells of bullets. Allison kneeled down as Lydia came back into the room.

Allison carefully picked up one of the shells and exclaimed it as Stiles went up and down the loft trying to find Derek before she saw the carvings marked on it and she knew what it was and got up with a mad face.

"I know exactly who this belongs to," Allison said showing them the bullets with a skull carved into them. "My dad and I only know one family of hunters with this symbol, and that takes the time to carve it into the bullets. The Calaveras. They're Hunters in Mexico so I don't know why they'd be here." Allison finished off.

"Great, let's go and get Derek," Stiles said.

"Did you not hear the part of, they're in Mexico?" Lydia asked.

"So let's go to Mexico," Stiles said. "It could work. We could say we're going camping."

"But even if that does work we have to have a plan to rescue Derek," Allison said.

"We'll make it up as we go," Stiles said.

"That's a terrible idea!" Scott yelled from outside.

Authors note:

As you can see there are some differences in my story and from the show Teen Wolf and there are going to be more differences. Like Kira, but the story is going to get to that part later.