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Allison awoke with a gasp the next morning. Out of breath and sweating, she sat up. As she tried to regain her breath, she looked towards her window, the light from the sun coming through, she squinted back at it, still half asleep. She groaned, eventually waking up enough to remove herself from her bed. She headed straight for the bathroom, like she did every morning. She stopped and looked in the mirror. Her hair was everywhere, and she looked like she hadn't slept in days. She just felt exhausted. She lifted her shirt to remove her bandage, slowly peeling at the adhesive, careful not to hurt herself and her side. Once the bandage was completely off she placed it on the sink's marble counter. Lifting her shirt up, her eyes widen in shock. She did a double take at the mirror then back at her side. "Not possible." She mumbled, grazing the tips of her fingers over her now healed wound. It wasn't there. It was like last night hadn't happened. But, she knew it did. It was real, all of it was real. The pain, the screaming, the growling. It was all so real. It couldn't have been a dream. It wasn't. Allison chewed on the bottom of her lip as she closed the bathroom door, still finding all of this surreal.
Once out of the shower and dressed, she sat on her bed. Allison brought her knees to her chest and stared out her window. She had so many emotion running through her in this moment, she thought she might explode. Her fluttered her eyelashes as she picked up her phone, just at the exact moment Erica walked into her room. Allison had a puzzled but amused look on her face. "Did you let yourself in again?" She asked. Erica scoffed sarcastically, "No - your mom let me in." She inquired, pointing back at the door. She nodded her head understandingly and stood up. "Ready to go?" Allison asked, grabbing her over the shoulder bag and leather jacket. "Oh, were going to school?." Erica asked sarcastically, "Always nice to see the hell hole everyday." She giggled at her hatred. It couldn't have been that bad, Erica always over-exaggerated. But, she was always teased, so she could understand where Erica was coming from completely. Her epilepsy kept her from doing lots of things and gained a lot of tantalizing from other people. Allison genuinely felt sorry for her, even if Erica repeatedly told her, 'I don't need you feeling sorry for me.' Allison still cared, she'd do anything for Erica.
Erica pulled her car up into the parking space and turned off the car. "You gonna be alright from here?" Erica asked with a small smile. Allison let out a deep breath, "Yeah, totally." She smiled. "Okay." Erica laughed as she made her way out of the car and into the school, ignoring the stares from other people.
Allison pulled out her phone as she sat down on the stone bench outside of the school, her mom had called her four times already, since the moment she got in the car with Erica up until now. "Don't you think you've called me enough, mom?" Allison asked in an annoyed tone. "No. No. Everything's fine." Allison continued to answer to her mother as she digged through her bag. "Crap, where's my pen? I can't believe I forgot a pen." Allison was always prepared, always ready. Ever since the night before, she's been flustered. She let out a loud sigh, "Bye, mom. I'll talk to you after school." Allison hung up her phone an shoved in into her bag. The superintendent greeted her with a warm smile, and took her inside.
As they made their way down the hall, Allison started to hear things. At first, she thought it was just kids being loud and rowdy, but in reality, the halls were completely silent. The screeching of chalk on chalkboard made Allison cringe as the high definition noise rang through her head. She held her fingers to her temples, trying to regain focus, she hadn't realized that they reached her first period until he announced her name.
"Everyone," He started gathering everyone's attention. "This is Allison. Allison Argent. She's new student at Beacon Hills and I expect every single one of you to welcome her with open arms." He forced a smile, "Sorry for the interruption." He said apologetically to the English teacher. Allison took the desk closest to the back, the only seat open was behind a boy with dark hair and caramel brown skin. Allison ignored his stares at first and took her seat, as soon as she was seated, he turned to face her. He was holding out a pen to her, like he knew she needed one. Allison was beyond puzzled, but accepted the boys offer with a smile, and grabbed the pen. "Thanks." She smiled wider, showcasing her dimples. "No problem." The boy said, turning around. Allison stared at the pen and back at the boy in amazement. She shook her head with a chuckle and began writing down the notes that the teacher was writing on the board. Today was definitely going to be interesting, that's for sure.