"Get up Sarah!" someone yelled into my room. I mumbled something that was supposed to sound like words but instead it sounded like a cat dying. I rolled over in my bed, pulling the sheets above my head before something yanked them away, leaving me exposed to light.

"I don't wanna go to school," I groaned while shoving my head under my pillow. My face grew hot as I sat there, waiting for a response from the person who disturbed my sleep.

"You have to, now get up," a low voice said. I could tell it was Zach because I knew Stephen's voice wasn't that low.

"Ugh," I said while throwing the pillow off of me. I sat up in my bed, a piece of hair sticking in my mouth. I spit it out as Zach laughed.

He walked to the door. "What a sleeping beauty." I rolled my eyes at him as he walked down the hallway. "School starts in 30 minutes so get ready!" He called.

My mouth formed into a large yawn before I got my butt out of bed, dragging myself to my closet. I scanned my clothes, which consisted of a lot of T-Shirts and a few dresses, before I grabbed my Star Wars shirt. I held it up, making sure it wasn't dirty or something from moving. I threw it on my bed before grabbing a pair of jeans and my black Vans.

"Sarah," Stephen said as he leaned his head through my doorway. "Have you seen my Under Armor Hoodie?"

I shook my head. "No. Sorry."

He groaned before running back to his room, his messy hair flopping on his forehead. I wasn't quite used to seeing his hair like that, because he always gelled it upward. It looked funny when it was down like that.

After I put on my clothes, I walked to the bathroom across the hall. I was scared to look in the mirror, since I probably looked like the Grinch. My face curled up in disgust as I stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was sticking straight up and there was a huge zit right in the middle of my nose. I leaned closer to the mirror, staring at the repulsive blemish on my face. It was as red as a tomato and it looked like it was about to explode.

I quickly grabbed my makeup and put as much as I possibly could on the horrible zit. After about a minute or so of covering it up, it looked like it was never there. Thank God for makeup. I took my time putting on mascara and eyeshadow, since I still had about 15 minutes.

After I curled my brown hair, I ran downstairs to get something to eat. I twisted and turned my way around the boxes before I finally made it to the cabinet. I didn't even open it halfway as Zach yelled from upstairs.

"Come on! Time to go," he said before the sound of Stephen's feet came thumping down the stairs. I grabbed a cherry poptart and turned around to see Stephen, his hair no longer on his forehead. He must not have found his hoodie, because he was wearing jeans and a red shirt that looked good on him.

"You look nice," I said while taking a bite from my poptart.

Stephen reached out and took a piece of my poptart. "Shut up."

I rolled my eyes. "Come on. You're driving."

"I know," Stephen said while holding up his pair of keys. We both headed towards the door before Zach called from upstairs.

"Have a good day," he yelled before I shut the door, headed towards Stephen's black Ford truck. I hopped into the passenger seat as Stephen did also, starting the truck.

The car ride was quiet most of the time except for the soft hum of the radio. We only lived about four or so minutes away from the school, so it wasn't that long. As we pulled up into the school parking lot, I noticed how big Beacon Hills High was. If I wasn't nervous before, I sure was now.

Stephen pulled up and parked beside a blue jeep before shutting the engine off. We sat in silence for a moment, watching teens hustle around.

"Well," I said, drifting off.

"Here we are," Stephen said, almost in a daze. I sighed as Stephen grabbed his bag, grabbing the door handle before turning to me. "Have a good first day lil' sis."

I laughed before playfully punching his shoulder. "You too Steph Steph." My brother rolled his eyes before getting out of the truck walking up to the front of the school. I smiled as a group of kids walked over and talked to my brother, him instantly fitting in. I only hoped that would happen for me.

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I grabbed my tray of food, which consisted of a cheeseburger and fries, before turning around, facing the lunchroom full of teenagers. I scanned the room, looking for somewhere to sit. All of the tables were full, so I decided to just go eat outside. It was a nice day out anyways. After I walked through the double doors, I spotted a familiar black haired girl. Kira.

"Hey," I said while setting my tray down across from her. She lifted her head up from her book. "Is it okay if I sit with you?"

She smiled at me as she shut her book. "Yeah of course. It's not like anyone else is going to sit with me."

I faintly smiled at her as I picked up my cheeseburger. "Not making any friends either?" She shook her head. "Tell me about it."

Her face turned red. "Well, I do kind of already have a crush."

I raised my eyebrows as I set my cheeseburger back down, leaning towards her. "Who?"

She smiled before pointing over to a table where five other kids were sitting. The only people I could see was a red haired girl, a brunette, and another kid that looked familiar. On the other side were two more boys, but I couldn't see their faces. "Which one?" I asked.

"The one facing you. His name is Scott McCall I think," she said, her cheeks turning a pinkish color.

I smiled. "Oh yeah we met him yesterday. He's my neighbor."

She smiled as she turned back to me. "You have got to let me come over some time."

I laughed,"What? So you can stalk him?"

"No..." She said while laughing. I grinned at her before the warning bell rang, telling us to get to class. I sighed as I looked down at my uneaten food, hardly any of it touched.

"I'll see you later?" I asked as she nodded, gathering her things before disappearing back inside. After I dumped my tray off back in the cafeteria, I walked to my locker, which felt like was a mile away. I glanced down at the schedule in my hands, spotting that I had Economics next. I grunted when something bumped into me, causing me to drop my schedule.

"Watch where you're-" I started to say before I cut myself off. I felt my cheeks turn bright red as I stared back at the boy in front of me. His hair was spiked upward and he was wearing a cute red plaid shirt. His face was chiseled and he was maybe a few inches taller than me. One thing I noticed about him were the cute moles on his face and his gorgeous amber eyes.

"Sorry about that," he said while bending over, picking up my schedule. He started to hand me the paper before he stopped, looking at it with squinted eyes. I raised my eyebrows at him before he finally shook his head, holding out the paper. He didn't say anything, so I did.

He handed me the paper,"It was my fault anyway. I wasn't paying attention."

He smiled at me before looking down at my shirt. "Star Wars! You like Star Wars?"

I glanced down at my shirt before looking back up. "Yeah, I love it. Why?"

He grinned. "I freaking love Star Wars. Best movie ever. I always try to get Scott to watch it with me, but he never will."

I laughed. "I've tried getting Stephen to watch it with me, but he always falls asleep."

The boy laughed before shaking his head like he forgot something. "What's your name? Are you new? I don't think I've seen you around."

I shoved my schedule back into my pocket,"My name is Sarah and yeah, I'm new."

"Stiles," the boy said. I smiled at his name. Stiles. What an interesting name. The second warning bell rang as I was about to ask what class he had next. "I guess I'll see you around."

I smiled,"You can count on it." Stiles smiled before walking around me, practically running down the hallway. I laughed before walking to my next class, which happened to be one of my worst subjects. I absolutely hated Economics.

After I got my things from my locker, I walked to my next class, who was a teacher named Mr. Finstock. Interesting name. I walked into class, spotting Kira sitting in the back of the room. I would have sat next to her, but all the seats around her were taken. The only one left open was next to a boy, the same boy that was at my house yesterday. Scott.

"Hey," he said as I sat down, setting my notebook on my desk.

"Hi," I replied while sitting down. I looked around him and noticed Stiles sitting there, his head in his hands. He must have fallen asleep. "Tired much?" I said while pointing to the sleeping boy.

Scott looked at Stiles,"Yeah..." He said while drifting off. "He hasn't been getting much sleep lately. A lot of nightmares."

"That sucks," I said,"I used to get those a lot when I was younger."

Scott half smiled before looking down at the ground, his face turning into pure horror. His eyes widened before he turned away from me, shielding his eyes from me.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Scott didn't look at me.

"Nothing's wrong," he said, his hand still in front of his face. "I think I just got something in my eye."

I scooted closer to him,"Oh. Let me see." I reached out to pull his hand away, but he scooted a little bit farther away from me. I pulled my hand back, relaxing it on the desk. "Okay then..."

Scott didn't get to answer me before the teacher walked in, a lacrosse stick in hand. All he talked about was what was expected in his class, and to join the Lacrosse team. I didn't pay attention much, because I was too busy watching Stiles.

His eyes were closed and his head was on the desk, but his hand was violently writing things in his notebook. I couldn't read what it said, but he was writing it as fast as he could. I was snapped from my daze as a high pitched whistle rang in my ears, causing Stiles to whip his head up.

"Answer my question, Stilinski," the teacher said. I took note that that was his last name as Stiles squinted his eyes.

"What was the question Coach?" He asked as chuckles came from around the room.

The teacher sighed. "I asked, 'Are you paying attention Stiles?'"

Stiles pointed at him,"I am now."

Coach rolled his eyes,"Don't remind me why I drink Stilinski. Every single night."

I giggled a little as Stiles turned to Scott. "I must have fell asleep."

Scott leaned closer to him,"Dude, you weren't asleep." Scott nodded his head towards the notebook as Stiles looked at it. I caught a quick glimpse of what it said before Stiles slammed it shut. All over the page, he had written:

Wake up.