Charlie McCall (Season 1)

"Pilot"

All credits of the story go to Jeff Davis and the production team for Teen Wolf. I do not own the series, or any of the characters. The only characters I own are Charlie, and the ones that don't appear in the television series. 

Warnings: Mentions of violence, profanities, sex, alcohol, drugs, etc. For mature audiences only.

The supernatural world is an interesting thing. Even the mere thought of it being real is preposterous. However, all over the world there have been sightings and stories of ghosts, goblins, werwolves, and even mermaids. UFO sightings in the sky, or even photos of Bigfoot have surfaced the internet. Ask anyone about their thoughts on it and they will have a strong opinion, and if you're lucky, maybe even a story. 

If you were to ask me though, you wouldn't get much of anything. Beacon Hills was one of the most boring places to live, and I knew for a fact that if there was one place on this earth without anything supernatural, Beacon Hills would be that place. Nothing ever happened here. 

Charlie McCall. Well, Charlie Rafe McCall. That's who I am. Why my middle name is the same as my father's first name is beyond me. I tend to pretend I don't even have a middle name. I am about 10 minutes younger than my twin brother Scott McCall. His middle name is Gregorio, which is much better than Rafe in my opinion. 

For the younger part of my childhood, when my father was actually still around, I was what you would call a "daddy's girl." Weird way to phrase it, but it was pretty accurate. I followed him around literally everywhere, always interested in the big police work he did. He's in the FBI. 

He taught me how to play lacrosse, we attended the father-daughter dances at my elementary school, and he always took me and Scotty out for ice cream on the weekends when my mom was at work. That is until he moved away. 

The reason he moved away had to do with the fact that he was, and still probably is, a heavy drinker. He also struggled with anger issues, and alcohol and anger don't mix well together. Thankfully, I don't remember too much of it because I was a young, naive child. I could get into the specific reason he moved away, but that story is for another time. Let's just say, our little family is much better off without him. Good riddance, dad. 

Even with him out of our lives, I am still stuck with a part of him that I would very much have liked he take with him. The anger issues. It's not as severe to the point of interfering with the law (as of yet), but I still talk to a therapist because of it.  I only go because my mom wants me to, and if it makes her feel better, than it's worth it. 

My mom is extremely strong willed and hardworking. It's sucks that she works all of the time, but she has to in order to pay the bills and put dinner on our plates. Scott and I try to help her out as much as possible, but what can two teenagers do? Scott works at a nearby veterinarian office, and I help out at the police station whenever they need. It doesn't make that much money, but it sure does help my mom breathe a little. 

We also only have on vehicle share amongst the three of us, so it's very hard to get to and from places. Thankfully, our best friend Stiles is more than willing to lug us around town in his trusty blue Jeep. 

We've known Stiles Stilinski ever since preschool, and have been attached at the hip (or hips) ever since. My mom says we remind her of the Three Musketeers, but I like to think we're more live Luke, Leia, and Han Solo. 

Me and Stiles absolutely love Star Wars, Stiles a little more than me. He was the one that introduced it to me in the first place, after all. The two of us started our Friday night movie tradition when we were in 7th grade and have continued it ever since. Every single Friday, no excuses. We haven't skipped once. When I got food poisoning I had to be there. When I was on vacation I had to watch it over video call as Stiles held the camera in front of the TV, shaking it every time something exciting happened. When I had excruciatingly large amounts of homework to accomplish, I was required to attend.