A/N: In using transcripts from the og shows and adding my own thing like I did to the last chapter, and will be doing this for a while till the plot goes to shit. So enjoy :) !!!
At the Gilbert house, Elena sat on the bed in her room and wrote in her diary: Dear Diary, Today will be different. It has to be, I will smile, and it will be believable. That smile will say, "I'm fine, thank you." "Yes, I feel much better." I will no longer be the sad little girl who lost her parents. I will start fresh, be someone new. It's the only way I'll make it through.
In the kitchen.
"Is there coffee?" Jeremy mumbled as he stumbled into the room.
Jenna frowned, pulling out her keys. "It's your first day of school, and I'm totally unprepared. Lunch money?" She questioned as she dug into her purse.
"I'm good," Elena replied. "Anything else?" Jenna worried. "A number two pencil? What am I missing?"
"Don't you have a big presentation today?" Elena reminded her. "I'm meeting with my thesis advisor at… now. Crap!" Jenna grabbed her briefcase.
"Then go, we'll be fine. You okay?" Elena watched Jeremy, concern showing on her face. "Don't start," Jeremy warned, avoiding her eyes as he snatched a piece of toast.
Behind Elena, the local news played quietly on the kitchen television, displaying a graphic for MISSING PERSONS: BROOKE AND DARREN and THE FOUNDING OF A DEAD BODY IN THE PRESERVE. But she paid that no mind as she walked out into Bonnie's car, and she then drove to school.
"So Grams is telling me I'm psychic," Bonnie said, gesturing wildly as she drove. "Our ancestors were from Salem, witches and all that. I know, crazy, right, but she's going on and on about it, and I'm like, put this woman in a home already! But then I started thinking, I predicted Obama, and I predicted Heath Ledger, and I still think Florida will break off and turn into little resort islands, and she said that someone is coming back, but into…" Noticing Elena spacing out, Bonnie calls out to her
"Elena! Back in the car."
Elena blinked, pulling herself back from her distant thoughts. "I did it again, didn't I? I'm sorry, Bonnie. You were telling me that…"
"That I'm psychic now."
"Right. Okay, then predict something. About me."
"I see…"
A sudden, sharp THWACK against the windshield silenced Bonnie.
"What was that?!" she cried, slamming on the brakes. "Oh, my God! Elena, are you okay?"
"It's okay. I'm fine." Elena's heart hammered against her ribs.
"It was like a bird or something, it came out of nowhere," Bonnie said as she looked over herself.
"Really, I can't be freaked out by cars for the rest of my life," Elena muttered, trying to steady her breathing.
Bonnie looked at her friend, her initial shock fading into a look of determination. "I predict this year is going to be kick ass," she declared. "And I predict all the sad and dark times are over, and you are going to be beyond happy."
Bonnie eased the car forward. Neither girl noticed the dark crow perched silently on top of the old wooden road sign they passed.
And they pulled into the parking lot of the school, heading into the school, where they met up with their other friend, Caroline.
Scott is riding his mountain bike through the school parking lot, where he jumps off just as he makes it to the bike rack in front of the school.
He takes off his helmet and hangs it on the handlebars, adjusting his backpack with his lacrosse stick strapped to the back just as Jackson Whittemore, driving a silver Porsche, pulls into the parking spot next to him.
Jackson gets out of the car, hitting Scott in the back with the door before shooting him a nasty look. "Dude! Watch the paint job," he says, as if Scott's was filled with germs.
Scott looks at him with an offended expression, but before they can interact further, an unseen male student calls out to him. "Yo, Jackson! Let's go, bro," he says, encouraging Jackson to move along.
Jackson walks away without another word, though he does turn his head back to shoot Scott a glare before he leaves.
Then a sleek 2010's black and yellow Chevrolet Camaro pulled in, and a 16-year-old-looking young man with glossy black hair that was meticulously kept in a neat Caesar Cut, standing at an imposing 6'3, his bright, electric blue eyes were practically glowing in the sunlight.
He was dressed in his second favorite outfit: a blue and gold t-shirt with a black and gold jacket with the words "The Strongest" emblazoned across the back. His black martial arts-style pants, accented with a subtle gold lining, his footwear, a gleaming pair of Air Jordan XXXVIII shoes.
Got out of the car with a small smile, looking at the people and seeing Scott, he went over to him.
"Hey, they, I'm new here, so can you give me the directions to the school office?" he asked with a slight smile, his eyes seeming to glow, but Scott thought that was just the sun.
"Yeah…" After Scott told the guy where the office was located, he went to the front of the school, where he met up with Stiles. They both talked about the previous night's events as they walked toward the entrance.
"Okay, let's see this thing," Stiles said, pulling Scott to a stop.
Scott lifted his shirt. The gauze and tape covering his wound had a small, tell-tale amount of blood leaking through.
"Ooh!" Stiles leaned in.
"Yeah…" Scott grimaced.
Stiles reached out and poked the bandage. Scott flinched hard, biting back a cry of pain, and immediately yanked his shirt back down. They resumed their walk.
"It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf," Scott insisted.
Stiles gave him a look of disbelief. "A wolf bit you?" He said incredulously
"Uh-huh." Scott nodded his head, not understanding the look of disbelief on his face. "No, not a chance." Stiles shook his head.
Scott, confused by his friend's certainty, argued about it, "I heard a wolf howling." Stiles scoffed. "No, you didn't."
"What do you mean, 'No, I didn't'?" Scott's frustration flared. "How do you know what I heard?"
They stopped on the staircase leading up to the school entrance. Stiles turned to face him, his expression serious. "Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years."
Scott looked genuinely surprised by the news. "Really?"
"Yes, really, there are no wolves in California."
"All right." Scott paused, watching his friend's smug expression. "Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body."
Stiles' smug demeanor instantly vanished, replaced by a face full of excitement. "You... are you kidding me?"
"No, man, I wish, I'm gonna have nightmares for a month." He said as he remembered the stampede, the body, and... the monster
"Oh, god, that is freakin' awesome." Stiles bounced on the balls of his feet. "I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since..."
"since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look," Stiles abruptly stopped talking about the body, his attention snapping to one of the Queen Bees of Beacon Falls High as she walked up the steps toward them.
Lydia continued to walk right past him, completely oblivious to the fact that he was speaking, or she just ignored him, most likely the latter.
"Like you're gonna ignore me," Stiles finished, his voice deflating as he watched her go. He turned back to Scott with an irritable expression. "You're the cause of this, you know."
Scott rolled his eyes in response to the comment. "Uh-huh."
"Draggin' me down to your nerd depths," Stiles complained, throwing his arms out. "I'm a nerd by association. I've been Scarlet-nerded by you."
At the school office
Stefan walked into the main office building and went up to the school secretary's desk.
"Your records are incomplete," the secretary said, peering at a monitor. "You're missing immunization records, and we do insist on transcripts."
"Please look again," Stefan said, leaning slightly closer. His voice was quiet, but his eyes dilated, and so did the secretary's. "I'm sure everything you need is there."
The secretary blinked once, her eyes unfocused for a brief moment. She looked back at the screen.
"Well, you're right. So it is," she stated flatly, tapping the keyboard.
"Thank you," he said with a slight smile. "You're welcome," she replied.
Stefan turned away from the desk, his registration complete.
But he did not know that a young man with bright blue eyes looked at him with amusement and went up to the secretary.
"Hello, ma'am, I'm here for my class schedule," the man said with a polite smile.
"Yes, name please," the lady responded.
"Kai Corvinus, I should be in there; my mother just transferred me last night."
"Yes, right here, Kai Corvinus, here you go now, don't be late, your first class in English," she added helpfully.
"Well, I'll be on my way," he said as he turned around and left the office. As he came out, he saw Jeremy leave the bathroom with Elena following him out, but running into Stefan.
A young woman with pale white hair and dark blue eyes went into the office. Kai stopped in his tracks, feeling a sense of de ja vu as she passed him. She took a deep breath but kept walking, maybe a bit faster.
Kai just looks at her back, but also how her hips sway alluringly, but that's all he goes toward history, but is called back in by the secretary.
There, he can see the face of the white-haired girl. She has a beautiful face, which is oval-shaped with striking symmetry, high cheekbones, plump lips, and large, cold, blue eyes.
Her expression often rests in thought, distant yet not cold. She stands at 5'6, slender but with a striking bust, but it is perfectly proportional with the rest of her body.
"Hello again, Kai. The vice principal wanted you all here due to you all having the same starting class, and he wanted to introduce you all at the same time.
This is Luna Sable, and we are waiting for the last transfer student. Her name is Allison Argent." The secretary explained why she wanted them to stay.
"Hello, as you know, my name is Luna, Luna Sable, nice to meet you," Luna said curtly with an outstretched hand for a handshake.
"Hello, I'm Kai, Kai Corvinus. Nice to meet you too. I know this may sound weird, but have we met before?" Kai asked as he shook her hand, but not letting go.
"No, I don't think we have, but it's nice to meet you," she said as she tugged her hand slightly, but his grip was firm but not painful.
"Oh, ok, well, as I said, nice to meet you, I hope we can get along." He said, finally letting go of her hand, and then went to sit down on his phone and wait for the third person to come, while Luna just looked at him in shock.
She did not think someone could handle her putting in a little effort, but he did. But she did not dwell on it too long; she just sat in the opposite chair waiting on her phone.
ENGLISH CLASS
Scott and Stiles walked into their first-period English class and took their seats just as the teacher, Mr. Curtis, started the lecture without any introduction.
"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." Mr. Curtis announced.
Scott grinned and looked over at Stiles, who sat at the desk one row and one column behind him, and who winked at him knowingly.
"And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened," the teacher continued.
"But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus, which is on your desk outlining this semester."
Scott and Stiles once again shared an unexcited look. Suddenly, Scott heard a phone ring so loudly that he believed it to be right next to him.
He looked around the room, but saw no one else reacting to the noise. 'What was that?' he wondered, frowning in confusion.
Eventually, the sound of a female voice drew his attention to the row of windows on his left. Through the glass, he saw a young brunette woman sitting on a bench at the bottom of the stairs to the front entrance of the school.
She had just answered the phone, bracing it between her ear and shoulder so she could dig through her gray canvas bag. The fact that he could hear her speaking as clearly as if she were sitting right in front of him only made him more confused.
"Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it," Allison said.
Her mother said something unintelligible on the other end of the line.
"Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't actually forget a pen, okay, okay, I gotta go, love ya bye." Allison said before hanging up and putting her phone away.
Scott continued to eavesdrop as the vice principal of the school came out to greet her.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?" the Vice Principal asked.
"No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family," Allison replied.
Scott, still looking alarmed, tracked Allison with his eyes until she walked into the school and through the hallway to the main office, by the vice principal.
"Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while," the Vice Principal said.
Then he came towards the English class with Kai and Luna.
Scott and Stiles were still sharing their unexcited look and talking quietly when the door opened. The Vice Principal walked Allison into the classroom, followed by Kai and Luna.
The Vice Principal led the three forward and addressed the class. "Class, these are our new students: Kai Corvinus, Allison Argent, and Luna Sable. Please do your best to make them feel welcome."
Kai had a small, polite smile as he took his seat in the back of the class, waiting for the class to continue.
Luna looked indifferent as she took the seat across from Kai and waited for the class to continue.
Allison, looking nervous, managed a weak smile. As she looked over the room and found an open seat, the one directly behind Scott and to the right of Stiles.
As she sat down, Stiles offered her an awkward smile.
Scott, having overheard her conversation with her mother earlier, knew she had forgotten a pen. He pulled one from his bag and offered it to her over his shoulder.
Allison looked surprised by the gesture, then smiled gratefully.
"Thanks," Allison said.
Scott smiled back at her, already feeling a strange pull that suggested he was starting to fall for her, before quickly turning back around in his seat so she could not see him blush. Allison looked confused by the interaction.
The English teacher then picked up where he had left off. "We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page one-thirty-three."
After class ends, the students file out and go to their lockers. Scott's locker is across the hallway and several meters down from Allison's, and when Scott catches her eye, Allison smiles at him.
And the other 2 transfer students went to their lockers, which were right next to each other on the same side as Allison's
Just then, Lydia approached Allison, her eyes already on the new girl's outfit.
"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" Lydia asked.
"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco," Allison replied.
"And you are my new best friend." Lydia declared.
Jackson, Lydia's boyfriend, joined them, slipping his arm around her waist in a familiar gesture that made Allison look slightly uncomfortable.
"Hey." Jackson greeted.
"Hey, Jackson," Lydia said, and the two shared a quick kiss.
The male transfer student just looked at the couple with a dark glint in his eye, but the three people talking did not notice him, and he then left, going off somewhere.
And Luna just went off to the bathroom, not wanting to get into "teen drama."
Meanwhile, across the hall, Harley, who was also watching the scene unfold, looked at Scott and Stiles with incredulity. Scott was too busy listening to the girls' conversation to hear her.
"Can someone tell me how New Girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" Harley asked.
Though Harley was being facetious, Stiles replied with a genuine answer.
"Because she's hot."
"And why did the other new girl not join in? She's plenty hot." Harley just looked at him with a raised eyebrow to see what he could say to that.
Harley gave him a sharp look, but Stiles just shrugged, still not getting it. "For Allison, beautiful people herd together, and for Luna, she seems like a loner, not one for the popular group; she may fit in with us more."
Scott was so distracted by listening to Allison, Lydia, and Jackson that he didn't even react to Harley and Stiles' argument.
"So, this weekend, there's a party," Lydia announced.
"A party?" Allison asked.
"Yeah, Friday night. You should come." Jackson said.
Allison looked slightly bashful when she replied. "Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking."
Lydia and Jackson both looked disappointed. Scott continued to focus entirely on their conversation, completely missing the very animated debate that had begun between Harley and Stiles beside him.
"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage." Jackson pressed.
"You mean like football?" Allison asked.
Jackson laughed as though she were kidding. "Football's a joke compared to lacrosse, that the main sport for a real workout. We've won the state championship for the past three years."
Lydia looked at Jackson with a caring expression as she ruffled his hair. "Because of a certain team captain..."
Jackson smirked smugly at the compliment. "Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else."
"Well, I was going to..." Allison started, attempting to talk her way out of it, only to be cut off by Lydia, who decided for her.
"Perfect! You're coming." Lydia said, grabbing Allison by the hand and dragging her toward the lacrosse field exit.
"Hey, you think the other transfer students would want to go?" Jackson added, thinking about the other 2 new students.
"I don't know, but that guy seems perfect for lacrosse, like, did you see those muscles? And he's quite the looker, for whoever gets with him will definitely be happy, you know, now that I think about it, he looked familiar to someone I met before," Lydia said, not noticing the growing dissatisfaction on Jackson's face as she talked about the new guy.
"Hey, forget about him, let's go practice is starting soon," Jackson said in slight jealousy, and Lydia, noticing this, just laughed, while Allison just looked a bit uncomfortable, but just went along with them.
Allison gave Scott one last look before she was pulled away.
On the other side of the hallway
Bonnie and Elena were walking shoulder-to-shoulder, scanning the crowd.
"Major lack of male real estate," Bonnie observed, wrinkling her nose. "Look at the shower curtain on Kelly Beech. She looks like a hot, can I still say 'tranny mess'?"
"No, that's over," Elena said flatly.
"Ahh, find a man, coin a phrase, it's a busy year," Bonnie lamented.
"You know I heard there was a new transfer student in the grade below us, and while I have someone in that class, she sent me a pic of him, and he looks a bit familiar." Bonnie tried to show Elena the pic of him, but she was looking at Matt across the hall
Elena lifted a hand and gave a small wave across the hall to Matt, who ignored her and kept walking.
"He hates me." Elena sighed.
"That's not hate," Bonnie argued, giving up on showing her the picture of that guy and going back to comforting Elena about Matt. "That's 'you dumped me, but I'm too cool to show it, but secretly I'm listening to Air Supply's greatest hits.'"
Suddenly, Caroline came running up to them.
"Elena, oh, my god," Caroline exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug. "How are you? Oh, it's so good to see you. How is she? Is she good?" She talked to Bonnie right next to her.
"Caroline, I'm right here," Elena replied, speaking past her friend's shoulder. "And I'm fine. Thank you."
"Really?" Caroline asked, pulling back slightly to examine her.
"Yes. Much better." Elena confirmed.
"Oh, you poor thing," Caroline said, pulling her into a hug again, just a bit tighter this time.
"Okay, Caroline." Elena eventually managed to say, patting her back.
"Oh! Okay, see you guys later?" Caroline said brightly, finally letting go. "OK! Bye!" Bonnie called after her.
Elena turned to Bonnie with a look that said everything, "no comment."
"I'm not going to say anything," Bonnie promised.
End of chapter, tell me what you thought of it. Leave power stones, have a nice day, and what do you think of my transcription to the book? Ans, I tried to make it less AI, so give me some feedback, and no, it won't be like this for long, but maybe a while, 10-15 chapters, it depends, have a great or blessed day