Hi I'm Skylar McCall I'm 16 years old. I have a twin call Scot and I have two best friends called Lydia Martin and Stiles Stilinski, but we just call him Stiles. And this is my story.
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McCall House
Me and my brother Scott are fixing our Lacrosse sticks with some music on. I finished fixing my lacrosse stick and threw it on my bed. We are just getting ready for bed. I was just finished brushing my teeth. " Hey Sky, I think I heard someone on the balcony." I follow Scott who's got a baseball bat in his hands, on the balcony, suddenly Stiles appears hanging down above the balcony. " Aaahhhh!" " Aaahhhh! Stiles?" " Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" " You weren't answering your phone, nether were you Sky." " Sorry Stiles." " It's fine sky." He looked at my brother. " Why do you have a bat?" " I thought you were a predator." I looked at Scott weirdly. " A pred." Stiles repeated but he coughed. " Look, I know it's late but you gotta hear this, I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from Beacon Department, and even state police." Stiles jumped off the roof. " For what?" " Two joggers found a body in the woods." "Ooo really?" " A dead body." " No, a body of water. Yes, dumb ass, a dead body. I giggled at my brother's stupidity. Stiles walked onto the balcony. " You mean like murdered?" " Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s." " Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" " That's the best part. They only found half." " Wait what?" " We're going." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beacon Hills woods.
We all got out of Stiles's truck. " We're seriously doing this? " Live a little, brother." " You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." " I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." " Yeah, me too." " Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effect." " No because I'm playing this year." " We're playing this year, Scott." I correct him. " In fact we're making first line." " Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one." " Just out of curiousity, which half of the body are we looking for? I ask. " Huh, I didn't even think about that. Haha." " And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" I ask again. " Also something I didn't think about." " It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." " I know." " Maybe the serve asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, Huh?" " Hey, come." " Stop." I pick my brother up we go after Stiles. " Wait up! Stiles! We hide behind the tree as soon we hear barking. " Hold it right there!" " Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me." " Dad, how you doing?" " So, do you, uh, listen in all of my phone calls?" " No. Not the boring ones." " Now, where's your usual partners in crime?" " Who, Skylar and Scott? Sky and Scott's home. They said they wanted to get a good night's sleep for first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods. Alone."
