To the readers who read this story when it first came out, thank you but I'm sorry you were tortured so badly. I decided to re-write this and maybe change the plot a little. OK MAYBE A LOT. But I'm re-reading the old chapters so I can get a feel of where I want this to go. Also I'm totally taking out the "game" in chapters two and beyond because I personally don't like it. Sorry to those who did, it will be missed. On the bright side, here's the first chapter to starting fresh!

As the sun began to rise, it's rays slowly start to shine through the uncovered window of a room that's the definition of an inside hurricane. Books and comic books were sprawled everywhere, shoes and clothes were scattered all across the floor, and Xbox game cases were opened with no CD's inside. The room had a hideous odor of curly fries and two week old pizza. It was hard to tell if any living being could even survive in this state, but unfortunately there was one. Only one.

BANG! BANG! "Stiles! Look I know we just got here two days ago and I know you were up playing video games late last night, but it's the first day of school and my first day at work. I would like it if we both made good first impressions!"

"mmmm" Stiles muffled with his face planted in a pillow.

"Stiles I'm being serious now wake up...Stiles!" His dad shouted louder.

After hearing his dad's voice, Stiles shout up and glanced at the clock with hazy eyes. 8:00am "Shit!" he swore. He reached over and saw that he forgot to set the alarm, which explains why it didn't go off. "Uhh yeah dad I'm up, I'm up and ready to go just give me like FIVE seconds!" He shouted back while struggling to untangle himself from his sheets. They were tangled in between his legs, arms, and places that were deemed impossible.

"Son of a-" With a final tug, he was free but instead falling face first onto the floor with a loud THUD!

"You got five minutes Stiles! I'll be waiting in the car." His dad said through the door. When Stiles heard that his dad was now gone, he got up off the floor and ran into the bathroom. Quickly turning on the shower, he ripped his clothes off and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and hopped in. It's a wonder how a human being could live in a state such as the room described, but a human that could take a shower and brush his teeth at the same time, certainly could.

In record time, Stiles was out of the bathroom and throwing on clothes that he deemed to be "clean" with a sniff. He grabbed his bag and quickly ran downstairs and out the door, but not before grabbing a poptart along the way.

Once in his dad's cruiser, he popped the poptart into his mouth and strapped his seatbelt on. Of course he didn't notice his dad giving him the most disapproving side glance.

"Stiles."

With a mouth full of food, he turned and asked, "What?"

Noah opened his mouth to say something, but thought better. "At least he made it on time" he thought.

"Alright, I'm gonna drop you off at school but it's your job to make sure you get your schedule and find your classes." Noah said while starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. "Make sure to ask for directions because we both know you can't even walk straight if someone told you to."

After swallowing the last piece of his poptart, Stiles dramatically clutched his heart and said, "Ouch, you know I'm hurt dad, I really am."

Noah shook his head and looked at Stiles with an eye-brow raised. "Okay fine, yes I'll ask for directions. Besides it won't be my fault if I can't find my class because it's a new school. Who blames the new kid for being late on his first day?"

His dad chuckled, "You would be surprised. But I'm serious Stiles, everything you do from now on will come back to me. This town isn't exactly big so word spreads fast. So please, try not to get into any trouble and DON'T go looking for any dead bodies that you hear on the radio and yes I know you have a radio up in your room. I've seen it and your lucky I didn't take it then."

"Wha- you know what? Okay fine deal. I get it, you're the new Sheriff and I'm the new Sheriff's kid. People are probably expecting an obedient little Beta-"

"But instead they get an ADHD scrawny Alpha." His dad finished.

"Hey!" Stiles said looking over to his dad who had a smile on his face. Stiles knows that his dad meant no harm, it is true after all. When Stiles was diagnosed with ADHD, no one was surprised. He was practically jumping off the walls by the time he could take his first steps. But, when he presented as an Alpha, his dad was shocked. As nicely as possible, Stiles likes to think that his dad didn't expect him to be an Alpha simply because he wasn't big enough. But, he guesses that some higher power saw potential in him to become a leader so they deemed him worthy of such power. All Stiles can really say was that that moment was the happiest he ever saw his dad after his mom died. So Stiles promised he would be the best Alpha there was.

As the school came into view, Stiles felt a little nervous. He never did like moving and being the new kid sucked. It meant people staring, asking questions, and wanting to know everything about him. But in this small town, he knew that word spread fast so there were people already waiting for the "Sheriff's kid" to arrive.

Pulling up to the front, Stiles' dad stopped and waited for Stiles to get out. "Don't worry, first days always suck but you'll get used to it."

"I already am." He said as he looked over to his dad.

"Well, get out so I can go to work. I'll pick you up after school but tomorrow you ride the bus."

"Wha-" but before he could finished he was pushed out of the car. Stiles shut the door and waved goodbye to his dad. He sighed. Please be a good day

At the frontdesk

"Hi how can I help you?" The lady asked. She had red curly hair pulled up into a bun and light makeup on. She looked nice and pretty but her scent was masked with layers of perfume that had Stiles visibly wincing just a little.

"Uh hi, I'm Stiles Stilinski, I'm new here." He said adjusting his back pack.

"Oh you must be the new Sheriff's boy! Hi my name is Linda and welcome to Beacon Hills High! Well I have your schedule right here along with your locker number and combination. You turn it to the right, then left, then right again, kids always come to me saying that their locker combination doesn't work but it's just them doing it wrong. Oh and if it doesn't open just jiggle it a little and it should pop right out!" She said handing him papers too quick for Stiles to handle. Her smile looked forced and unpleasant for her face features and made Stiles rethink if she was even nice at all.

"Thank you. Um...do you happen to know where my first class is at?" He asked. Looking at the room numbers, Stiles for sure new he would end up on the other side of the school rather than the room itself.

"Oh let me see then..." She glanced at his room and smiled sweetly. "Oh honey it's just upstairs and the first room by the bathrooms. Don't worry it has their last names by the number."

Stiles nodded and thanked her. He quickly got out of there and headed upstairs. Surprisingly he found the room more easily than he thought he would. Taking a breath he knocked on the door and waited.

The door opened to reveal a tall skinny man who looked like his face was the definition of boredom. In other words, Stiles new he was doomed.

"Mr. Stilinski?" he asked.

"Yes sir."

The man looked him up and down and told him to come inside. Walking inside Stiles saw a class full of students who obviously found him at the center of attention.

"It appears we have a new student. This is Mr..."

"You can call me Stiles" he said. He already new that teachers were going to stumble over his first name, everybody does. So it's best that no one knew what it was or even attempted to say it.

"Stiles Stilinski. He's going to be in our class from now on so I expect him to be welcomed." The whole class agreed and Stiles was free to sit anywhere. He spotted an open seat in the very back and headed straight for it. At least he new no one was going to be staring at him from behind.

Once he sat down, it could have been nothing but he swore he thought he saw the person in front of him tense up. Now that he actually thought about it, he looked around and saw that in fact no one looked at him. He should have been relieved but their faces were glued to the front, and in Stiles's experience of Government, it was incredibly boring and not fascinating at all. Stiles had the urge to ask the kid in front of him what was wrong, but thought otherwise. Maybe he was just overthinking things and maybe people actually like Government here.

But come on, who likes Government? Stiles had a weird feeling in his gut that kept growing as the minutes ticked by. He promised his dad he wouldn't draw attention to himself, but this time it's not even his fault. As a result, Stiles decides to put his head down and wait until the bell rang for second period. Hopefully my gut feeling is just that, a feeling.

This is it for chapter one, hopefully it was better than the old chapter. After this is published, I will keep the old chapters up for reference but please don't be confused of the story line, they will not connect with this. Later on I will slowly delete the chapters until I no longer need them. Thank you and stay tuned for more!