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THIS IS MY OWN AU IDEA GIVEN BY -novxscomet THIS WILL NOT GO EXACTLY HOW THE SHOW DOES ITS A FANFICTION!

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"Being alone haunts one deeply — but the fear of never being accepted haunts the soul more."

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I SAT IN THE VAN— MY CHEEK AGAINST THE COLD CAR WINDOW. What was the point in coming to Beacon Hills? Me, Harvey, and Nancy still didn't quite understand why we were here.

It wasn't like Allison Argent even believed in or knew about werewolves or lycanthropes— so why were we in Beacon Hills?

The music in my ears blared evanescence— I picked at my black ripped jeans. Staring at the trees that we passed row after row. This place was definitely different compared to Wyoming.

And then the reminder of something worse than waking up too early sank in—

School. Another thing I didn't understand why we had to participate in. If we knew the alpha wasn't even in high school why would we go to a public school? We could just be homeschooled! It almost felt like our mother and father were finally drawing their last straw of patience with all three of us as if we were—

THEIR BIGGEST REGRET.

"Hey, Jude." I lifted my gaze from the window, catching my sister's jade green eyes in the rear view mirror. "I know this is a little scary, love." She cracked a small smile. "But you have to remember— mother and father have been trying their hardest." Her grip tightened amongst the steering wheel.

I clenched my teeth. Yes. Hardest. "—We just can't see how, just yet." Harvey butt in as Nancy sent him a glare. But that didn't reach his gaze. He never cared for her scorning— for Harvey also looked out of the window at the tree line. He'd watch the trees flicker past as we inched closer and closer to our own hell.

Beacon Hills's High school.

I opened the car door as soon as I felt the vehicle pause — hopping out of the back as I slid the door back into place.

I couldn't hear if Nancy was calling out or not— I didn't want to. I already knew where my classes were and I already wanted to drown myself in books to ease this pain. The pain of not being able to fit in.

As mother said trusting people was a sin, friendship was amongst that sin. I was tired of feeling the pain of never having a best friend— never having a sleepover— and never going on a date for the rest of my life.

That was my pain— my fear. Which is odd since we're here hunting down a big scary beast, and the only thing I could think of is if I die would I ever be forgotten or mourned by anyone but my siblings?

Most likely not.

Students opened and shut the two metal doors leading into the entrance hall of the school— I slid past as the door slowly began to shut behind me.

The school wasn't exactly grand. It had its large points like with windows that reached floor to ceiling— but it wasn't exactly huge in the sense of the over populous of students talking back and forth, crowding the hallways.

I walked slowly behind a group of jocks pushing and shoving each other. I felt like a piece of gum waiting to be pulled off of their shoes onto the tile.

I waited until they passed my locker with their tall frames. I'd quietly lurk behind turning to my locker. And to my surprise someone was already leaning against it— talking.

I sighed, holding my books tightly against my chest.

"—I've never had a dream like that." The shaggy haired boy sad in a saddened tone.

"Well it's not like there's a class that tells you how to cope with well— the whole— yeah." The bald one smiled nervously.

I cleared my throat. As amusing as the conversation was I didn't wish to be late to my history class on the first day. I walked closer to them tilting my head with a little wave.

"Oh— uh hi?" The shaggy haired one looked at the bald one with a stern look. "Is this your locker or something."

I parted my lips before nodding, pointing to my throat then signing: "I'm mute." With a smile.

The bald guys eyes lit up with either excitement or some sort of urgency. "Oh!" He scratched his neck. "That's sort of cool— I mean not that you're mute but that you use sign language." He elbowed the shaggy haired boy and the other glared at him. "Scott knows it too. His mom used to work at a nursing home— she's a nurse now." He nodded.

"Cool." I signed. Eyeing my locker then looking back at them. The bald one got flustered and moved dead center into the hall.

"Oh right. I forgot." I unlocked my locker, sliding my unnecessary books into the locker, and grabbing my history books and sliding them into my bag. "Oh! That's the class we're taking next. I'm Stiles and that's Scott." He pointed at Scott, the one with shaggy hair.

Scott's eyes lingered on a blonde boys locker that was morphed and bent in shape. I cocked an eyebrow as he struggled to— for some reason— lock his locker. "What the hell are you looking at ass wipe?" The blonde hissed and Scott shook his head.

"Let's get to class before coach makes us do laps again." Stiles sighed sliding his book bag back over his shoulder, he chased after Scott before pausing. "Aren't you coming, new girl?"

I looked around like a fool. There was literally no reason for me to— I felt as if my mother would watch me walk with these boys and judge me for life. But it's just walking. We're not holding hands. Not kissing. Not friends. Just. Walking.

I nodded, speed walking to catch up with them. "So. What brings you to boring beacon hill's?" Stiles gripped his book bag's strap that laid on his shoulder.

I looked down at my combat boots biting the inside of my lip. I shook my head. Parting my lips once more. "Family." One simple word. Just one. I wished I spoke it but I signed it instead. Signing grew tiring — but then I remembered not many people listened to me anyways.

"Ah. Family! I mean that's a good reason, I guess." His eyes met mine and I narrowly gaze. He had speckled of moles and beauty marks.

I shook my head looking away. "Anyways, welcome to beacon hills. Not much here to welcome you to though." He laughed and Scott nodded in agreement. "Basically a ghost town here."

The two walked into the classroom, the coach already up talking to a few other students, and then his eyes met mine. Great.

"Ah! You must be the new student! Jordan right?" I furrowed my eyebrows. The name wasn't even close and it still bothered me on how far he was from my name when he most likely got my record.

"She's mute." Scott slid into his seat at his desk, setting his book bag down at his feet. "I can translate."

The coach looked at me blinking and then he nodded. "Judith." I signed almost in an irritated manner. "Not Jordan."

"She's Judith— not Jordan. That's what she said." Stiles and Scott bit back a chuckle.

"Well Judith not Jordan, you can sit beside Scott, right in front of Stilinski." I looked across the isle, I sat dead center right in front of stiles. I sighed.

I didn't really want to talk to them more than I had to— I just wanted to sit there in the back taking notes and figure out who else is in the alphas pack by doing so.

I walked to my seat, setting my book bag down as I slid my legs under the desk, I tucked my curly brown hair behind my ear, resting my cheek against the palm of my hand.

The bell rang. Class started.

Though I could hear the clicking and button smashing of two idiots texting back and forth, until Scott's hand slammed down onto the desk.

Something off, but I couldn't quite place it.

When I walked into the school, there was a bloody bus, and a man being carried away onto a stretch. What in the world did the have to do with that?