Open Your Eyes \\ TeenWolf

How It Began

A/N: I'm just going to write this here once so I wont have to keep on writing it every chapter. I DO NOT own TeenWolf or anything related to it. I do however own anything new that I come up with so don't copy, but nothing that is related to TeenWolf is mine.

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The way someone perceives another is without a doubt always going to be in some way biased. No matter how good your intentions are, how much you like them, or even how well you know that person. You will always only see what they, consciously or not, put out into the world for everyone to see.

I, however, can see past whatever facades a person may try to put up that can successfully fool others. Because for as long as I can remember I've been able to see a person's past in what I can only describe as a movie of it playing before my eyes.

Creepy, yeah I know.

Even if I can see a person's past, whether it be only a few short screenshots or the entire feature film, I've never told anyone. I choose to hide this unwelcomed factor in my life.

And I'm not just talking about hiding it from others, but a lot of the times from myself too.

Claire:

"All I'm saying is that if you're going to follow your heart, you might as well bring your brain along for the ride," I stammer out, keeping most of my concentration on not missing a step up the stairs of our house.

"Well all I'm saying is that love is love and if you try to analyze everything about it, you're going to miss out. And Ryan Gosling is perfect sweetheart that's why it's better" My mom counters.

I roll my eyes but smile nonetheless. Apparently the Notebook trumps any other chick-flick because of Ryan Gosling. I'm still sticking with A Walk To Remember.

"Jeez Claire, what in God's name do you have in here?" She huffs, lugging a suitcase a few stairs ahead of me. These are the last two but apparently also the heaviest.

"My life and soul mother. My life and soul." I state, eyeing the suitcase I meticulously packed. She sends me a confused look as she reaches the top of the steps.

"DVDs and books." I clarify upon safely reaching the top of the staircase.

"That's what we're both risking throwing out our backs for?" She questions in disbelief. I give her a thankful smile as we walk the rest of the way towards my room. We both let out a breath of relief, finally having finished bringing in my stuff.

"On the bright side, I'm not addicted to cocaine." I shrug. She playfully rolls her eyes, knowing that I am right this one time. Even though I feel that I'm also right about picking which chick flick is better.

"Either way I'm glad to finally have you home. That way I can keep a better eye on you and Scott." She remarks as she smooths down the flyaway hairs on my head.

To say that she's become more overprotective since I left home would be the understatement of the decade.

Even though it was her idea in the first place that I leave somewhere new for medical school. She claimed it would be a great opportunity to leave the small boring town of Beacon Hills for something more exciting.

And I can't help but agree with her on that thought because Beacon Hills is literally one of those places that you hear about where nothing big ever happens. The last major thing to happen was a year or so before I left. But that's not a memory I'm too fond of seeing as how it affected a friend of mine in a not so pleasant way.