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1:01 Wolf Moon
1: Welcome to Beacon Hills
As their car drove past the sign that read, "Welcome to Beacon Hills," Evelyn Argent turned to her mother.
"How much longer, Mom?" she tiredly groaned out to her mother while picking at one of the many holes in her jeans. She hadn't been able to stretch her legs in over two hours and had somehow managed to lose all feeling in her right foot. Her night was clearly going well.
"Soon, Evelyn. Stop complaining," her mom replied. She sighed in response, wanting nothing more than to get out of the car and just move.
"Yeah, Evie," laughed her older sister, Allison, who decided to be nice and sit in the back seat with her. "It's not like you haven't had me to keep you entertained."
She snorted--rather unattractively-- in response. The last three and a half hours seemed to last for an eternity. The first hour was filled with nothing but all three women quizzing each other on useless trivia they happened to know. After they ran out of weird facts, they resorted to playing car games: the license plate game, I Spy (which was really fun given the fact that they both considered themselves amazing markswomen), and then they hit rock bottom-- making up knock-knock jokes. When both sisters and their mother were about ready to drive off a cliff, they finally decided to call it quits.
"You see the kind of torture you're inflicting on me, Mom?" the younger girl joked to her mother, leaning forward to the front seat of the car. She was extremely happy with her new position, mostly because it moved her foot in such a way that she had begun to feel it again, but also because it made her feel taller.
She was all of 5'0" at the moment, she needed all the height she could get. Luckily for her, she was still growing. Unfortunately, Allison grabbed her arm and pulled her back, saying, "Come on. It could be worse. You could have ridden in with Dad."
Evelyn froze. That would have been worse than another round of I Spy.
Before the young girl could verbalize her incredibly sarcastic comments relating to that, she saw someone run into the middle of the street.
"Mom, watch out!"
Her mom hurried to swerve the car around the person, and then just kept driving. Evelyn kept her wide eyes locked on the figure of the person they had almost hit until he disappeared from her line of sight. There were two people, not one.
Of course, no one else in the car knew that. They couldn't see all that she could.
Even though she was lost in thought, her sister was not-- instead, she was arguing with their mother.
"You could have killed him!" exclaimed the older girl, staring at her mother with wide eyes.
"He ran out into the middle of the road," her mother responded defensively.
"Wha- Mom, we have to go back," exclaimed Allison.
"No," she stated with an air of finality.
"But what if they were hurt or something?" the older sister continued to argue. "Evie, back me up here."
However, Evelyn was too busy staring out the window, looking back at where they almost hit the person.
"Evie?"
She quickly snapped out of it. "Oh, sorry." She glanced back out the window again to check for the guy who narrowly avoided a car and his companion, even though she knew that the two were no longer in sight. "Allison's right, Mom. We have to go back."
Their mother groaned in frustration and made an illegal U-turn in the middle of the street to get back to where they had been, but they were no longer there.
Despite that, the two sisters rushed out of the car and marched into the woods, ignoring the shouts of their mother, and followed a set of footsteps in the mud. Evelyn was extremely happy to have been able to walk around finally, but she made sure to watch out for whatever that person could have been running from.
Nobody runs that fast into the middle of the road without having a reason. Not to mention the ghostly friend their near-miss had.
Yeah, Evelyn could see ghosts. And she was entirely sick of Sixth Sense jokes made by both ghosts and any living person she needed to interact with for said ghosts.
"Evie," her sister called out to get her attention. Worried that she might have found something weird, like a finger or something, Evelyn hurried to turn towards her sister.
She was extremely disappointed.
Her sister had found-- wait for it-- an inhaler. Evelyn walked closer in order to see what the name on it was, but then their mother popped up out of nowhere.
"Alright, that's enough," she said as she reached them. She snatched the inhaler from Allison's hand, tossed it back into the woods, and grabbed both of her daughters' hands to drag them back to their car.
"That person probably went home," their mother stated as she made them get back into the car. "Just like we are, so sit back for the next five minutes until we get there."
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Those next five minutes were spent in silence until they pulled up in the driveway of their newest house. The three Argent women stepped out of the car and Allison walked up behind Evelyn and whispered, "I need to talk to you when we get inside. Meet me in my room."
Evelyn nodded her head back to her, then turned to their mother as they walk through the front door and said, "Okay, Mom. We're gonna go say hi to Dad and then go to bed, alright?"
"Alright, sweethearts. Love you, goodnight."
"Love you, Mom. Goodnight."
"Night, Mom. Love ya."
The two girls walked into their new living room to see their dad unpacking a few family pictures to hang on the wall.
"You're really gonna start unpacking at 11 o'clock at night?" Evelyn questioned her father in lieu of a hello. "You do know you have to drive us both to school tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, Eve, I know. I'm just taking them out of the box. I got bored waiting for you three." He hugged his daughters. "You two go brush your teeth and head to bed, okay?"
"Yes, Dad. Love you, goodnight."
"Goodnight Dad, love you."
"Love you both."
The sisters walked up the stairs and go to their respective rooms to change into pajamas that they had kept in a bag for this specific moment in mind. They met up again in the bathroom while brushing their teeth, and Evelyn followed her sister into her bedroom where the older girl shut the door and hugged her little sister.
"Are you okay?" she asked concernedly, grabbing Evelyn by the shoulders. "What did you see?"
Evelyn loved her sister. She was the only person that really knew her secret, about ghosts, and how it affected her. She was there, covering for Evelyn when she first got this sight and couldn't tell the difference between the dead and the living. She was there when she had nightmares because of ghosts, and she was always more than willing to lend a hand in identifying and helping ghosts cross over.
"The guy that mom almost ran over," Evelyn answered, "he wasn't alone. One was there with him."
"That's not too abnormal," stated Allison, calming down slightly. "People usually hang around their loved ones. Why did you look so freaked?"
"I don't really know," she said hesitantly, shrugging. "It was probably just because it was the first interesting thing to happen within an hour, so I kinda latched on to it." She then uttered the five words that doomed everyone whoever dared to say them. "I'm sure it was nothing."
"Alright," Allison sighed, finally releasing her sister from her loving death grip. "Let me know if anything happens. Now, go to bed. It's late, and we have school in the morning."
"Yes, Mom," she replied while walking towards her door across the hall. "See you in the morning. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight!" shouted Allison as they both close their respective doors.
Evelyn silently wished for an exciting time in Beacon Hills as her head hit the pillow, overjoyed at the fact that her dad was kind enough to put beds together as soon as he got to their new house.
She was barely a teenager, though, what could possibly happen that would be exciting?
With that thought, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
But it wasn't a dreamless sleep, because when is an Argent, especially this one, ever that lucky?
That night she dreamed of claws, teeth, and screams.
The next morning, however, all she could remember was a pair of glowing red eyes, and, no matter how stupid it sounds, she would have bet her life that she heard a wolf howling throughout the night, despite the fact that she knew there were no wolves in California.
Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to ponder the few details she remembered from her dream, because five minutes after she woke up Allison exuberantly barged into her room and exclaimed, "First day at a new school tradition! I pick out your clothes, you pick out mine. Let's go!"
Evelyn smiled.
She hurried to jump out of her bed and rushed across the hall in order to tear apart the boxes in Allison's room with the word "Clothes" written in her sister's neat handwriting. She dug through the boxes and eventually settled on dark grey pants, a light gray short-sleeve shirt, a killer jacket, and a blue scarf. She found the box labeled "Shoes" and searched until she found a cute pair of heeled boots that matched the rest of the outfit. She hurried to lay all of it out on Allison's bed and walk back to her room to see what Allison chose for her, passing the girl herself in the hallway.
She was not disappointed at all in her sister's taste in clothing. She found a pair of black leggings, an oversized light-blue shirt, a white leather jacket, and a salmon-colored scarf all laid out on her bed. She looked at the floor near the foot of her bed to see a nice pair of light-brown combat boots to complete the outfit.
Both girls shouted out a "Thanks!" to each other in unison. They got dressed and raced each other downstairs, laughs echoing down the staircase as they raced to the kitchen to grab some cereal before school. It was the only thing that was in their kitchen at the moment, except for the box of granola bars in the pantry.
"So," Allison started in between bites, leaning towards her sister in interest, "Any weird dreams last night?"
Evelyn paused for a minute, trying to remember anything from her dream last night. When nothing came to mind, she answered her sister. "Nothing that I can really remember. Must not have been too important. I think I remember a wolf howling though. Did you hear anything last night?"
"Don't be stupid," she laughed. "California doesn't have wolves. You know that."
"I know, I know," sighed Evelyn. She took another bite of her cereal. "I guess it must have been the wind or something." She said it, but she knew that there was no way in hell it was the wind.
"But, seriously Evie," Allison sobered up, "No visitors or anything like that last night?"
"Nope," she replied, equally serious. "But we haven't even been here a day, so it's not too surprising. I expect to see some at school, though. Maybe I'll be able to help a few of them."
"I'm sure you will," Allison smiled at her. "Let me know if you have any issues. Text me any time throughout the day, and I promise I will answer."
They sat and ate in silence before both of them heard footsteps running down the stairs. They turned their heads, grinning and giggling at the curses that slipped out of their father's mouth whenever he stumbled on the steps.
"Okay, girls," their dad said as he came down the stairs holding their bookbags. "Hurry up. We have to leave in five minutes to make sure everything's straightened out at your schools. Bookbags are going to be at the front door, your mom's up and unpacking-- fair warning, she will end up calling you guys at least three times each since I'm driving. I'm going to go and grab the keys, be sure to grab your lunch money. It's on the counter. Allison, you'll probably end up driving to school sometime after today. I just need to go in case I have to do any last-minute paperwork."
The two Argent sisters hurried to finish their breakfast and put their bowls in the sink. Evelyn grabbed a granola bar from the lone box in the cabinet for her lunch so she could keep the money her dad gave her for something else later on.
She wasn't old enough to really get a job, and she wanted to have some money to spend at some point without having to ask her parents.
The two girls ran to the car, Allison getting the front seat because of "seniority," or at least that's what she claimed, and they sped off to Beacon Hills High School.
Just on the drive there, the girls got two calls from their mother each. Their dad looked at them with an 'I-told-you-so' look in his eye every time the phone vibrates. By the time they reach the high school, all three of them were exasperated. Their dad hurried to park the car, and he and Allison jumped out.
"Stay in the car, Eve," he pointed to her. "I'll be right back and then we'll get you to school."
"Take your time," she smiled, hopping out of the car to move into the front seat, because she wanted to do it at some point during the day, thank you very much. "It's not like I really want to go there."
"Ha," Allison laughed. "Sorry, but if I have to go to school, so do you."
"Alright," Evelyn smiled. "Now go. If I have to go to school, I don't want to be late."
She was gonna be late. Allison already was.
They walked away, and Evelyn buckled up in the front seat.
She sat there for a few minutes, staring out of the window and looking in the mirrors in the car. There were a few students mingling around outside the school, and they probably had a free period for first. There were, of course, a few students running to get into the building-- they were most definitely late.
All of a sudden, it became freezing cold. Frost began to cover the edges of the windows, reminding her of the scene in Harry Potter when the dementors appeared on the train. Evelyn exhaled, and she could see her breath. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
"Already?" she asked herself, pulling her jacket slightly closer to her body in order to fight the chill. She began to look around the parking lot through the windows, glad that she had become used to the cold that came with these people over the years. When she didn't see anything outside through the windows, she began checking the mirrors.
Jackpot.
She looked in the rearview mirror and saw a girl that looked exactly like her sitting in the back seat of the car staring at Evelyn in a mixture of shock and confusion.
Evelyn turned her head around so fast, she was surprised she didn't get whiplash. She saw the same girl she saw in the mirror, and breathed out, "Holy shit."
Evelyn was beyond baffled at the fact that the girl looked exactly like her, and apparently, so was the ghost.
She quickly scanned the parking lot for her dad, and when she didn't see him, turned back to the ghost and smiled, "Hi, I'm Evelyn."
"You can see me?"
That was the usual response she got. If she had a nickel for every time she heard that...
"Yes," she nodded, slightly rushing and feeling immensely guilty for it, "I can see you; no, I don't know why we look alike; and yes, I can help you, but not right now, okay?"
"Any particular reason why?" the ghost-her-but-not-her asked, confused. Evelyn couldn't exactly blame her for that; it had come out harsher than she meant it to.
"My dad is going to come back any minute and he doesn't know that I can see ghosts, and if he did he would freak out." She definitely could have explained that better, but she was kinda in a hurry.
When the ghost nodded with wide eyes, Evelyn continued. "After school, I promise. You can come with me to my school if you want, okay? I'll talk to you more as soon as I get the chance."
The girl looked at her with a look of slight bewilderment for a moment longer, then nodded, accepting Evelyn's terms. "Okay, I'm Paige, and I think your dad just walked out of the school. It's either him or a teacher, and he doesn't look like any of the teachers I've seen around."
Evelyn quickly nodded and turned around. "Thank you." She looked out the windshield at her dad, and checked the mirror one last time, noting that the girl, Paige, was still sitting there, smiling slightly at what Evelyn assumed was the fact that someone could see her.
As her dad continued to walk back to the car, she made sure to continue to face the front but asked the girl-- Paige, "Have you learned to control the temperature thing yet? It's kinda cold in here, and I don't want my dad to notice anything weird."
"Yeah, sorry," said Paige, who furrowed her eyebrows in concentration for a moment and the car began to warm up once more. The frost on the window faded immediately.
"Thank you."
Her dad opened the car door and hopped in the driver's seat, groaning out, "Alright, no more paperwork for your sister. Now for the second school on the list-- Beacon Hills Middle School."
Evelyn nodded as he puts the car in reverse and pulls out of the parking lot. She laughed, "Jeez, this town is incredibly uncreative when it comes to naming things."
Her dad chuckled and agreed. He pulled back onto the main road and continued to drive. Evelyn quickly pulled out her phone and texted Allison. She noticed Paige looking over her shoulder, probably bored.
To: Alley-Cat
There's one at your school. Her name is Paige. She looks about your age. Seems sweet.
"That your sister?" asked the spirit. Evelyn subtly nodded her head in response.
A few seconds later, she got a reply.
From: Alley-Cat
Okay, do you know what she wants/needs?
To: Alley-Cat
Not yet, Dad walked back before I could ask, but she doesn't seem malevolent so I'm not too concerned at the moment. I'll talk to her later. After the hell that is the first day of school.
From: Alley-Cat
Alrighty! I've got to go. Mom's calling (again). I'll talk to you later. Text me if you see anyone else.
Evelyn shot back a smiley face and then turned her phone off for the few minutes before the expected phone call from her mother that was going to happen after Allison was done talking with her.
Her dad smiled at her. "You ready for your first day?"
"Sure," she grinned. "Not like I haven't had a thousand of them."
He sighed but didn't disagree with her statement; he couldn't, not really. He just continued to drive to her school, which she was dreading.
She was tired of being the new kid, and with as many times as she had been, who could blame her?