I wasn't an ordinary person…yet, it wasn't an ordinary town.

My name is Stellinda Nadia Stilinski, but preferably known as just Stella. I haven't witnessed such greatness that is my name. I'd say my parents were half-drunk when they came up with my name that night, or they were just in panic! Although, I wouldn't quite say in panic because they also named my brother with a name that was quite a mouthful.

I always thought 'Stiles' would get him a lot of haters –which it did – but as the years went by…I actually sort of liked it but of course I wouldn't admit it to him.

"Yo Stel, I'm heading out! There's leftover pizza in the fridge so I'm not making you a sandwich…again!" The notorious older brother of mine retorted from downstairs.

I rolled my eyes.

Of course!

"I have to go pick Scott and Malia up for tonight…well it's going to be at midnight so I'd say for tomorrow but you know what I mean!" He called out with a muffled tone, probably eating my leftover pizza.

What an idiot!

"What's happening at midnight?" I bellowed as my eyes were transfixed on the magazine in front of my nose.

I heard the trotting off feet bouldering up the flights of stairs, and a sudden halt as a gush of air past into my room. I dropped my mag to see Stiles standing by the edge of the door, devouring the pizza and making a swallow.

"It's the Senior Scribe remember? The one I told you about that dad shouldn't find out about at all…you really don't pay attention to me at all don't you, little sister?" He questioned, with a slight pout of the lip.

"First of all, I'll have you know, I just tune you out when I really don't want to hear your annoying voice." I pointed out as I narrowed my eyes at him. He nodded. "And secondly, you're only two minutes older than me so that wouldn't exactly give you the title of 'older brother'."

Stiles just gave me a mock of the eyes, before sighing.

"Whatever," He simply stated before turning his back. "I was wondering if you want to catch a ride with us. Not that I really care but you don't have a car so…"

"Oh how you love to remind me." I gave him a forced smile and a bat of the eyelashes before sighing and leaping off the bed. "No, I don't think I'm comfortable riding with guys with smelly armpits anyway."

Stiles just gave a shrug.

"Your loss…" He replied.

"Wait…didn't you say the Senior Scribe was at midnight? It's 21:00." I told him, glancing at the clock on my nightstand.

"It's a full moon so we're going to have to babysit anger wolf, Liam for the night. Not my finest hour but it'll pass the time." Stiles shrugged before turning on his heel and disappearing.

"3 hours!" He reminded me before I heard the door close.

I released an exasperating sigh.

I wasn't exactly beaming for what was coming for the night, maybe it's because it's pretty stupid or maybe it's because I wasn't exactly looking forward to my first day back in Beacon Hills High.

13 months…

It's been 13 months since that whole incident with the nogitsune coming into town and taking over the body of my twin brother. I could still remember it like it was yesterday.

Being thrown into the supernatural world wasn't exactly what I wanted in the first place but life doesn't exactly go as we wanted right? I still shake my head at the thought, honestly!

It all started on that one night Scott gotten bitten by Peter, meeting upon Derek and the Argents. Stiles was the first to notice the change in Scott almost immediately, but I had to find out the hard way…

I remember it just like the fresh milk I was just drinking an hour ago…The weird slimy lizard-like creature descending from the ceiling of my dad's station, appearing right in front of me.

Jackson was always a hotheaded piece of shit but it wasn't until towards the end of our sophomore year that I noticed something different in him as well…and that night I found myself paralyzed on the ground, I knew then that this was no normal town…more like paranormal town to me.

So I grew to accept the fact that my brother was best friends with a werewolf, the grumpy-hot-with-the-dreamy-green-eyes dude was an alpha-turned-omega who was protecting us all from his psychotic uncle who happens to be an alpha from Wolfman, and that hunters were out looking for those werewolves but then a kanima comes into the pictures and breaks the perfect portrait apart…

Flash forward to when the entire pack had to meet up with the pack of alphas who were out for Scott but the gang had the 'Oh no you don't!' persona all over them and we annihilated them but then we find out that our English teacher turns out to be a druid making human sacrifices but then we find out Scott's boss is a druid and so was our guidance counselor.

Another flash forward to when the pack had to defeat the powerful dark spirit that is the great Nogitsune thanks to Scott's girlfriend's mother –bless her soul. We had to find out that my brother is being possessed by that dark spirit and has followers of masked ninjas who come from those Kung Fu movies.

And I'm the only human just standing there with a 'What the fuck?' look all over my face.

To be honest, I think my life is pretty normal come to think of it…

After that whole incident and watching a lot of my friends suffer, I decided I needed to take a break from the supernatural world. So I decided to live with my aunt for the rest of the junior semester.

Then I return to find out about a deadpool?

After I drifted from my train of thought, I decided to head to the bathroom and freshen up. I got dressed in crimson camisole, pajama pants with a white accessorized belt, a suede jacket, and some leather boots.

I sat on the dresser chair and stared at my reflection.

My sparkling blue eyes piercing through the mirror glass and my auburn hair sat in a messy bun. I was always told I looked a lot like my dad and my brother like our mom but the irony said different because Stiles was always closer to my dad and me with my mom…

I still think about her everyday…

"Okay Stella, it's the final night of the summer and tomorrow will be a day to remember…you should always remember that. Oh and you're awesome." I laughed nervously then dropped my grin as I realized what tomorrow actually was.

I sighed as I dropped my curly hair down to my shoulders and began straightening it down with the hairbrush. My phone suddenly vibrated on the counter and I reached forward to see the message.

Senior Scribe

00:00

Another reminder…great!

As I was sure my hair was decent enough –not really caring – I grabbed some mascara and applied a little and traced some lip gloss on my pink lips before giving myself a nod of approval.

"That should do it." I said triumphantly.

First time I perfected the art of make-up in less than fifteen minutes. I should throw myself a party.

As I began to stand up, I caught the sight of the picture frame on the stand and I couldn't help but gape at it. I reached for the mini frame to see me in the middle of the two most important girls in my life.

I simper slightly as I trailed my fingers on the happy faces.

Allison's smile always struck out the most to me. Even in uncompromising situations, her smile would always brighten up the mood.

Watching her die was terrible but living the actual reality of a life without her is just pure insanity and devastation.

She, Lydia and I were the ultimate trio…we were each other's better halves and now that she isn't around really puts a strong kick in the hamlet.

My trance had been cut short when I immediately heard the sound of a car honking from outside. I got up and ran over to the curtains to catch the glimpse of the familiar Toyota parked on the driveway.

"Let's go!" I heard them chant.

I laughed and gave an eye roll before leaving the room and heading out of the house. I paused as I stared back at my childhood home before shutting the door and running over to the car.

I jumped in to see the familiar strawberry blonde haired girl grinning at me.

"Hey!" I greeted.

She frowned as she gave me a once over. I shrugged.

"What?"

"You're outfit!" She retorted.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" I said as I gave myself a survey then looked back into Lydia's hazel eyes.

"Not even a handbag to suffice?" She questioned.

"It's just Senior Scribe it's not like we're going to the movies?" I scoffed. She sighed. "And what about you? You look like you came out straight from a fashion shoot."

She was dressed in a pale open-necked sleeved blue top and taintless blue shorts with her long ringlet red hair pulled to the side. She looked extravagant…as always.

She smiled back.

"So are you excited?" I asked my best friend as we pulled off the driveway.

"Well, it is my final year in BHHS, so of course that's what I'm excited for." She pointed out.

"You know, you had enough credits to graduate last year, I still don't get why you stuck around?" I questioned.

"Don't you guys need a Banshee on call?" She stated. I laughed. "And I wouldn't even dare leave you behind, that'd be just pure, awful of me."

"Like sure, I wouldn't survive with the amazing Lydia Martin by my side," I laughed. She nodded her head.

"Of course!" She stated.

I smiled.

"What about you? Since it's your official return to Beacon Hills?!" She questioned.

I immediately felt bad about leaving her behind after Allison's death. She had to grieve alone and I wasn't there like I should've been but she reminded me that we all have ways of grieving and that she couldn't hate me for that. I of course asked her to tag along but she declined the offer.

I shrugged. "Well…I was going to have to return eventually so in a way, I'd say it's a normal feeling." I said. She nodded. "Oh god! I forgot the pizza."

Lydia sighed.

"Stiles is truly your twin isn't he?" Lydia questioned. I gasped and narrowed my eyes.

"No…don't you dare compare me to such! How can you even? I'm literally shocked that you're able to even!" I playfully seethed.

She rolled her eyes as she stared at the road. I looked up at the clouds ascending.

"I just hope we get there in time…" I told her.

… …

Lydia and I reached the school the time it struck 22:00, waiting for the rest to come.

"We made it!" I retorted. Lydia smiled as she wrapped her arm around mind.

"Let me call Kira to see if she's on her way." Lydia stated as she pulled out her phone and began texting her.

As if on cue, the loud bang of the thunder reached us. I slightly flinched as I stared out the window to see the lightning appearing from ahead.

I turned to Lydia who just shrugged.

"They'll make it." She smiled.

We waited for about an hour and a half, hoping the rest would barge in through the doors but nothing…

That's when Lydia and I began to panic.

"Nothing from Scott, Kira or Malia," I walked up to Lydia after trying to find cell service.

"Yeah and nothing from Stiles either…" Lydia released a breath as she tapped her phone on her palm.

I heaved a sigh and a shaky breath as I began rubbing my temples. Lydia frowned and came up to me, rubbing my shoulders comfortingly.

"It'll be fine." She assured me. I nodded as I tilted my head to the window, watching as the water drops hit the glass. I sighed. "What's wrong?"

"Nah, I'm just having really bad anxiety, you know which is always, a constant state is always for me." I laughed.

She smiled in return.

"Tonight is supposed to be something very important to Stiles. Before I came back, he practically begged me to come over." She smiled.

"Why is it so important to him anyway?" Lydia asked.

"We asked our dad the other day about his high school friends. And guess how many he still talks to? None! Not a single one…I mean these are his best friends and he just says he lost touch with them so, you know, Stiles did some thinking like he always does-" I told and Lydia cut me off with a scoff.

"Obsessively."

"Yeah and so he thought…what if-what if Scott's his best friend now, you know but he's not his best friend for life?" I stated. "And I realized maybe…maybe he was right, what if senior year isn't just about the ending of your school chapter, but the reality of letting your closest friends go. Why does that happen?"

"Well that happens…friends come and go. We just have to live through it." Lydia said with a shrug.

I sighed. "Yeah I guess."

Stiles has had this 'vision' as he calls it for quite some time now and that's why he brought everyone together tonight because he doesn't want to lose anyone after senior year…he wouldn't lose me though but what about our friends?

"It'll be fine." She told me as the people started heading to the library.

I turned my head to the showering of the rain and I realized then that it was getting really unbearable. I turned over to my watch to see it was five minutes to midnight and Lydia and I were worried sick.

"What's taking them so long?" Lydia groaned as she began pacing around, watching as people walked on by.

"I'm in!" I suddenly heard the familiar voice of Malia echoing the room. "I passed!"

I turned my head to see the familiar group –soaking wet – standing a few feet from the doors, in the middle of the hallway. I beamed up and made a little jump as I motioned to them.

"There they are!" I told Lydia.

"Thank god!" She groaned as she began walking past me and marching over to the group. They turned to stare at the Banshee with wide eyes.

"Where have you guys been? The whole senior class is here?" She retorted as she looked between the group who were speechless, Stiles' mouth hung wide open as he stared at his former childhood crush.

"Are we doing this or not?" Lydia questioned.

I turned to the group who looked between each other before beaming up similar grins of approval and the girls giggling before we all turned around and began walking to the library. Stiles had his arm around his girlfriend; Malia, Lydia's arm was draped around mine whilst Kira had her arm around her shoulders and Scott around Kira's.

The moment we climbed up the steps of the library after a wait of the line, it was our turn and my brother went up first to sign his initials.

He paused for a second as he read Derek's initials from years ago before writing his down, then it was Lydia's turn as she wrote hers down.

When it was Kira's turn, she took the initiative to break the silence.

"This isn't vandalism…is it?" She asked Lydia.

"Not, technically." Lydia replied before turning around quickly and walking over to Stiles.

Kira nodded as she darted her head back to me and gave me a smile, then to Scott who smiled back and began writing hers down. She closed the lid with a wide smile plastered on her face before handing the marker to me.

I heaved a sigh as I stared down at the list of names, giving a nervous grin as I began writing down my initials. This would finally declare my return but most of all, a start of a new year, new life…

S.S

I nodded my head as I closed the lid, and handed it over to Malia who looked oddly nervous. I turned around and took my place in between Lydia and Kira and draped my arms around Lydia's and rested my head on her shoulders.

Malia wrote down the letter for her name but paused when she contemplated whether or not to put her last name as Hale or Tate…

I was shocked to see her go with the latter but nonetheless smiled realizing, despite finding out her true identity, she always viewed Henry Tate as her real father and that made me happy.

It was finally Scott's turn to write his initials and I'd say it would by far be the most memorable. After writing the letters down, he paused to reminisce on the times before they came to this.

A.A were the next initials I saw him suddenly write and everyone's eyes bulged in astonishment. Not only has he acknowledged the fact that those names belonged to Allison Argent but also reminded us that she was very important to all of us.

He smiled at us as he turned around and stood beside his girlfriend, draping an arm around her shoulders and placing his lips on her hair.

"She would've been with us," My brother suddenly mentioned.

I nodded my head.

"Yeah," I murmured on Lydia's shoulders.

"She still is…" Lydia finished.

Every one of us took a second to remember the amazing huntress even for a little while before deciding to head out.

The gang and I began descending the staircases of the school's library as official seniors of this school. We had to make this year count. Hopefully there is nothing that will stand in our way of the best year of our lives…six months without any supernatural activity? We can surely make it through another six.

I looked to my side, grinning widely at Lydia who winked at me before shifting my gaze at my brother who gave me a slight nod before we went straight out of the doors.

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