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I turned into my room, closing the door behind me.
"We can share the bed, or I could sleep on the floor I don't really care," I mumbled, pulling my hair into a high ponytail.
"We can share the bed, I don't care," Lydia shrugged, "I think it's time someone's taught you."
"Taught me what?" I sat down on the bed, peeling off my socks.
"How to use your voice," she smiled.
"You're going to teach me?" I asked.
"Of course, if we concentrate enough, we can literally shatter someone's skull," Lydia took a seat next to me.
"That's scary yet cool.." I trailed off, turning to look at her.
"Who taught you?"
"A girl named Meredith," she nodded.
"Was she a banshee too?" I bit my bottom lip.
"Yeah," Lydia flipped her hair back behind her.
I nodded slowly, "tomorrow then?"
"The sooner the better," she smiled at me.
"Alright, I'm gonna put my pajamas on."
-the next morning-
"Olympia!"
I shot up from out of my sleep, my heart was racing.
"What? I'm awake," my eyes wide open, scanning around the room.
No one...
"Finally, get dressed, we're going somewhere," Lydia said, standing in the doorway.
"Was that you?" I asked.
"Was what me?" She asked, skeptical.
"Nothing, I'll be ready in 10 minutes," I got out from under my covers.
"Alright."
I dragged my feet over to my door and closed it, I turned around and approached my drawer. I picked out a light blue skater skirt, a white thank top with gold arrows scattered on it. I slid the articles of clothing on, tucking the tank top into the skirt. I brushed out my hair and pulled half of it it into a pony tail. I opened my window to test the temperature outside. It was kinda chilly so I decided to slide a black cardigan on over the tank top. I threw my pajamas on top of my bed, and grabbed a pair of white ankle socks out of my drawer, I left my room and rushed down the stairs.
"I'm ready," I mumbled, still half asleep.
I walked over to my combat boots and slid them on after I put my socks on.
"Where are you two going?" Stiles asked, standing in the kitchen.
"Outside," Lydia shrugged.
"Alright," his tone hinted a bit of question, "where outside?"
"The forest, don't worry I'll take good care of her," Lydia smiled.
"I'd hope so," he raised his eyebrows.
"Crap, I left my phone upstairs," I mumbled, "I'll be right back."
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Insane Screams | s.s.
Fanfiction-I do not own any of the teen wolf characters- Fresh out of Eichenhouse, and holding back the screams that would get her sent back, but can she hold them back when the people around her are constantly put in danger? The screams seem to want to rip t...
