"Scott! Get up!" Melissa McCall shouted, flipping the light on in her son's room and opening the blinds.
"Werewolves are nocturnal," Scott whined, pulling the blanket over his head.
"Teenage boys are not," His mom countered, pulling the blanket off her son, "Up, now."
Scott growled humanly and crawled out of bed. It was a Monday and the first day of junior finals.
He hated finals. With a passion.
He dressed and grabbed his backpack, leaping downstairs to find his father coming in the door.
His father.
The words were foreign to him. Unusual, as he never used them before recently. His dad was in the FBI, he had abandoned Scott and his mom when Scott was only a baby after he had been knocked out. His father had been a violent drunk and his mother had ordered him out, intending him to return sober.
Sober the next day, not over a decade later.
"Hey Scott," His father waved to him.
"Uh… Hey uh Dad," Scott stammered, dashing into the kitchen.
"Breakfast," His mom looked at him as he drank a gallon of milk, "Real breakfast."
"Do I have to?" He whispered.
"Now," She gave him a look as she passed him a bacon and egg burrito.
"Melissa," Mr. McCall walked in, nodding to his ex-wife.
"Rafael," She gave a weak smile.
The tension was thick enough to cut through with a knife. The three McCalls watched each other awkwardly as they ate. Scott couldn't stand the heat his mom gave or the cold his father gave him.
He practically swallowed his burrito and left abruptly, swinging onto his bike. He headed for Kira's to pick her up for school.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Hm mr mr…" Kyanna mumbled, waving her hand over the blaring alarm, searching for the off button.
"Kyanna!" Her dad yelled, "Get up!"
"Hm mr mr…" She protested weakly.
"Hey Kay!" her brother squealed bursting in her room, "Time to go! You promised to go with me!"
Taren, Kyanna's 12 year old brother burst into the room, ripping off Kyanna's blankets. He squealed in joy as he escaped Kyanna's wild arms, seeking him.
"Taren!" She roared, getting up.
She consented to the still blaring alarm and the smell of delicious coffee downstairs. She swore she was addicted to the caffeine, that its solo existence kept her alive. Kyanna showered and changed, skipping down the steps to join her parents and brother.
She smiled, her mom had just gotten a promotion of sorts to a full time nurse at Beacon Hills Hospital, of course it was only for the next couple months until they hired permanent staff. When they did, her and her family would move back down south where they lived before. As much as Kyanna hated her small town of Ventura, she hated Beacon Hills more. Dozens of horror stories had cropped up in the news and murders were as common as the trees that lined the street. Even with her condition, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to protect her family.
Kyanna was especially terrified of her mother being in the hospital, three months ago, a massive murder rampage had occurred there. She tried to convince her not to go but her mom couldn't refuse the money and time. Kyanna had grudgingly left her home and friends behind and arrived in Beacon Hills a month ago.
"So honey today is the school's finals. You'll be able to pick up Taren right?" Her mom asked, a small plump woman with blue eyes and blonde hair.
"I guess," Kyanna shrugged, "Not like I have plans."
"You've been here for a month; you can quit moping and find some people to hang out with." Her father spoke harshly.
Kyanna glared at her father and his dark skin, he was strong, typical of a contractor and being out in the sun. He had hazel eyes like hers and a closely shaved brown head. He was harsher than her mom, preferring to simply accept and move on with their new lives. Kyanna of course, disagreeing with him highly.
"How about I go?" She snapped, grabbing an apple and heading out the door.
She ignored the protests of her mom and the cries of her brother, anger building up inside her as she stalked away from home. So engrossed in her thoughts she didn't even notice the blue Jeep turning the corner.
"Hey!" A boy screamed, slamming on his brakes.
"Aah!" Kyanna leaped straight up, her abilities kicking in.
She landed, light as a cat on the hood of the Jeep, staring into the boy's crustal like blue eyes.