***MAJOR EDITING THROUGHOUT THIS..MY APOLOGISESS***
"If you're going through hell, keep going."
Whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar. Loss doesn't get easier, the spaces between the times you miss them grow longer. About six years ago, I lost everyone in my family except Derek and Laura. Eight people dead, in a house fire in Beacon Hills. Beacon Hills, the town I grew up in. I left there with my sister Laura and brother Derek after the fire and now we were back. Laura had went back to Beacon Hills before we did and last night, we found the body of our only living sister, Laura, split in half. But we were here now and we're going to find who did this to her. I tried my best to stay strong, but some things are easier said than done.
"Carter, let's go. You don't want to be late." Derek called from the front of the house interrupting my thoughts. For some stupid reason, Derek was making me go to school. I don't see the point. I have better things to do.
I groaned, walking up to join him in the front. "Explain to me again, why I have to go to school? I thought we were supposed to be finding out what happened to Laura."
"Carter please. I'd like to see you at least try to have some fun. I can take care of the Laura stuff on my own. I want to try and let you have a somewhat normal life." He replied, sincerly.
I shook my head, and moved my hair out of my face. "I don't see how that's possible. I'm a sixteen year old werewolf, with no family."
He frowned slightly. "You have me and it's not okay that you seem to forget that time and time again. And werewolves need an education to."
I groaned dramatically, and walked past Derek on my way out to his car. "You're argument is invalid." I continued to his car, and slid into the passenger seat of his car, while Derek did the same and kept quiet while we drove to school. We drove and I thought of all the ways I could try to get out of school. I could tuck and roll my ass out of this car and hopefully roll far enough away I wouldn't have to worry about school but the would make me way too dizzy to handle.
Before I could come up with a more acceptable plan Derek stopped the car, and looked over at me when we rolled up to the school. "Good luck, and call me when you want me to pick you up."
"Well, then you'll probably getting a call in the next 20 minutes." I said sarcastically, as I stood out of the car.
Derek faked a laugh, and pushed me out of the car. He slammed the door shut and smirked. "You've always needed a little push in the right direction. See you later!" He drove away fast before I could do anything in return.
I shook my head slightly and walked towards the school, but was abruptly stopped by a car pulling up beside me and slamming there car door into my side. Just my luck...
"Dude, watch the paint job." I heard a guy say from behind me.
I scoffed, and turned around. "Excuse me.." I stopped as soon as I seen who it was. Jackson Whittemore, I remembered him. He was always an ass, even when he was ten.
I smiled briefly. "Jackson, I'd appreciate if you didn't have to be an ass to me on my first day back to school. I might go cry in the bathroom if you keep it up."
He stayed quiet as his eyes raked me up and down, ew. I was about to say something, but someone called his name and he was gone before I could get the words out. That seems to happen a lot to me. I never get the last word in, maybe I need to step up my game.
I continued walking towards school, but was again stopped as I seen my former friends, Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, standing just a few feet away from me. They looked like they were having an intense conversation, and I know I shouldn't but I listened in anyways.
