p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"It had been 7 years since his mother had died and Stiles was still under suspicion of murder by the whole town. It was hard for him to even go the library without having someone point him out and started whispering about him. But honestly spreading roomers wasn't the worst of things stiles has had face. Through the years of his school life into high school he had been ridiculed, persecuted, harassed, and threatened by many of his classmates. /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles sat alone in his bedroom at his wooden desk with his laptop open his ear buds were attached to the laptop nothing was playing Stiles just felt the need to have them in. The pieces of what plastic allowed him to some what cut out the drunken yelling of his father down stairs. Sighing Stiles slid back in the white wood chair his arms dropping to his side. He pushed the front of the chair legs up off the ground and let his head fall back and eyes close. Opening his eyes half way he fell forward and threw his arm over the dest crushing some of his music paper that he had been working on. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He buried his face in his arms sniffling, His head hurt, and he felt like throwing up. Casting a look up at his wooden post board he eyed the pictures of him and his father. All of them had been taken after his mother had died. Huffing he sat up a bit and looked down at the music lyrics that he had written down already. A small sad smile spread on stiles face as picked up the pencil and continued writing./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Past exactly /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles sat impatiently in his father's cruser his legs kicking back in forth, heels hitting the bottom part of the seat. His tiny hands clasped at his seat belt a joyful smile spread on his face as he stared out the window. Today was Stiles first day of school. He couldn't wait to get there knowing that he and basically his only friend scott that he had met in the sandbox would be there and in his class at least that what scott had had promised. Stiles hummed a tune that he had heard a dozen times. He heard a chuckle from the front seat. Taking a glance towards the front stiles frowned face scrunched up in confusion. /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He didn't hear his bedroom door closing or his father sitting down on his bed with his guitar. Stiles sobs slowly quieted down to tiny tremors as the familiar melody rose into the air as his fathers fingers strummed at the guitars strings, before they completely stopped. now stiles was able to hear his father's voice humming along. It had been years since his father had been in his old band band so His voice had become rusty and out of tune. Of course stiles didn't mind. It felt comforting and like he was loved./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Agust 1 summer day 19 stiles 13th birthday /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"John stilinski was a good father. He worked as much as he could in order to have enough money to keep his son happy. He new that these few past months had not been easy on him with John having been at work all through the night and all through the day. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He didn't even get to see him on the weekends. It was 12:30am and he was only just pulling into their drive way turning off the cruiser with sigh he dragged himself out of his car and into the house quietly closing the door fully knowing that his son would already be sound asleep./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Shrugging off his jacket and shoes John ventured into the kitchen to grab a beer. He was startled out of his slump when he saw that his son had fallen asleep at the dinner table light snores and a small line of drool rolling out of his mouth to the table./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"In front of his son on the table was a big cake that was covered in strawberry icing with white little peaks and bright blue worlds that printed out " happy birthday stiles". A pang of guilt stung at Johns heart at the sight. Sighing he strolled over to his son carefully picking the kid upbr /Into his arms just like he used to do when the boy was younger. He then carried the boy up stairs to his room putting Stiles into his star wars covered bed tucking the boy in he gave Stiles a kiss on his four head brushing his finger on his sons cheek before placing a silver paper wrapped box onto his sons nigh stand, before leaving the room shutting off the lights and headed down the hall to his own room./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He wouldn't tell his father in fact he promised to himself that he wouldn't. Having already figured out that if he did it would only result in his father telling him to tuffin up at that the kids were just having fun. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles sat alone in his bedroom at his wooden desk with his laptop open his ear buds were attached to the laptop nothing was playing Stiles just felt the need to have them in. The pieces of what plastic allowed him to some what cut out the drunken yelling of his father down stairs. Sighing Stiles slid back in the white wood chair his arms dropping to his side. He pushed the front of the chair legs up off the ground and let his head fall back and eyes close. Opening his eyes half way he fell forward and threw his arm over the dest crushing some of his music paper that he had been working on. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He buried his face in his arms sniffling, His head hurt, and he felt like throwing up. Casting a look up at his wooden post board he eyed the pictures of him and his father. All of them had been taken after his mother had died. Huffing he sat up a bit and looked down at the music lyrics that he had written down already. A small sad smile spread on stiles face as picked up the pencil and continued writing./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Past exactly /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles sat impatiently in his father's cruser his legs kicking back in forth, heels hitting the bottom part of the seat. His tiny hands clasped at his seat belt a joyful smile spread on his face as he stared out the window. Today was Stiles first day of school. He couldn't wait to get there knowing that he and basically his only friend scott that he had met in the sandbox would be there and in his class at least that what scott had had promised. Stiles hummed a tune that he had heard a dozen times. He heard a chuckle from the front seat. Taking a glance towards the front stiles frowned face scrunched up in confusion. /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Tuesday january 3rd 100th day of school grade 7-/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles curled himself under his sheets tears running down his cheek, Small sobs rocked his body while. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He didn't hear his bedroom door closing or his father sitting down on his bed with his guitar. Stiles sobs slowly quieted down to tiny tremors as the familiar melody rose into the air as his fathers fingers strummed at the guitars strings, before they completely stopped. now stiles was able to hear his father's voice humming along. It had been years since his father had been in his old band band so His voice had become rusty and out of tune. Of course stiles didn't mind. It felt comforting and like he was loved./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Agust 1 summer day 19 stiles 13th birthday /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"John stilinski was a good father. He worked as much as he could in order to have enough money to keep his son happy. He new that these few past months had not been easy on him with John having been at work all through the night and all through the day. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He didn't even get to see him on the weekends. It was 12:30am and he was only just pulling into their drive way turning off the cruiser with sigh he dragged himself out of his car and into the house quietly closing the door fully knowing that his son would already be sound asleep./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Shrugging off his jacket and shoes John ventured into the kitchen to grab a beer. He was startled out of his slump when he saw that his son had fallen asleep at the dinner table light snores and a small line of drool rolling out of his mouth to the table./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"In front of his son on the table was a big cake that was covered in strawberry icing with white little peaks and bright blue worlds that printed out " happy birthday stiles". A pang of guilt stung at Johns heart at the sight. Sighing he strolled over to his son carefully picking the kid upbr /Into his arms just like he used to do when the boy was younger. He then carried the boy up stairs to his room putting Stiles into his star wars covered bed tucking the boy in he gave Stiles a kiss on his four head brushing his finger on his sons cheek before placing a silver paper wrapped box onto his sons nigh stand, before leaving the room shutting off the lights and headed down the hall to his own room./p