Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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3rd Person's POV
LIGHTENING RIPPLES SILENTLY THROUGH THE CLOUDS ABOVE A TRAFFIC FILLED ROAD. Leaning over the steering wheel, the bus driver peers up at the darkening skies ahead.
Coach looks over her shoulder, whistle hanging from his lips. He breathes a low grumble of displeasure at the storm. Until something catches his eye in the rear view mirror.
A blast of a whistle startles a teenager standing to talk to a girl in the seat behind him.
"Sit down."
The teen drops back, revealing a bus filled with the Cross Country team. Some study, some text, others sleep. In one seat, Isaac and Boyd exchange tense whispers.
"Stop thinking about it."
Boyd frowns, "Like you're not thinking about it too?"
"Okay, we both stop thinking about it."
"I can't."
Isaac sighs with a shrug, "Yeah, well, you can't do anything about it either."
"You sure about that?" Boyd nods to a row behind them where Ethan sits, checking his phone for a message.
Beside him, Danny watches Ethan push the phone back into his pocket with a frustrated breath.
"You okay?" Danny smiles politely.
Ethan nods, "Yeah, why?"
"That's like the third time you've checked your phone in five minutes."
"Just waiting for a message."
"Anything important?"
Ethan sighs glancing back at his phone once more, "No. Nothing."
His tone belies his words, however. Turning, he gazes surreptitiously down the aisle to Scott and Stiles sitting in one of the back seats.
While Stiles taps a finger over his tablet, Scott leans his head against the window, heavy eyelids beginning to close.
He gets a flashback to the abandoned mall last night. Glowing yellow eyes snap open, shifted into werewolf form, Scott turns, letting loose a defiant snarl.
"Hey, you still with me?"
Blinking back to the present, Scott turns to Stiles.
"Yeah, sorry. What was the word?"
Stiles looks down at a vocabulary app on his tablet, "Anachronism."
Scott shrugs, "Something that exists out of its normal time."
Stiles smiles with a curt nod, "Nice. Next word: Incongruous."
"Um... can you use it in a sentence?"
"Sure. It's completely incongruous for us to be on this stupid bus headed to some useless cross country meet after what just happened."
