The Omen

ꕥ Chapter One ꕥ

I've always thought life was a bit plain, but then again doesn't every teenage girl going through her life think that? That's why there's kids with fifty piercings and rainbow hair, so you're not plain.

I'm not like that though, my mom freaked out when she found out I had gotten my ears pierced once, but what can you do?

I sit on my bed in my plain room, staring at my plain walls, waiting for my prince to climb though my window and save me from my life.

But that's not going to happen, mostly because I think my parents would call the police.

I groan and climb out of my bed, my bare feet padding on the ground as I walk over to my walk in closet and grab some spandex and a comfy crop top to sleep in.

It doesn't take long for me to brush my hair and wipe the makeup from the day off of my face. Once I look somewhat like a panda, from my stupid waterproof mascara, I throw on my pajamas and get to work on my face scrub, wanting to look less like the bear that is native China.

Just as I was getting the last bits of black mascara from my face I hear a strange sound from outside my window.

I freeze, praying that no one is trying to break into my house. Although my parents made me take self defense classes I don't think I'm in the right attire to fight someone off.

There's a scratch at the window and I duck behind my wall, school has taught me two good things one being the female shoulder is a very distracting thing and should never be shown to anyone unless you are going to perform intimate activities with them and two, if someone is trying to kill you from outside a window: hide

"Jesus Christ, Hetha let me in!" I hear a voice hiss from my window.

I move slightly from my hidden position and peek out to see a very impatient Stiles pressed up agains my window.

Stiles somehow became one of my best friends when we were young. I hate to admit it but in the span of last year alone he has managed to technically get me arrested more times than I care to say.

A small smirk makes its way to my face as I walk over and unlock my window, pushing the cool glass pane out of the way.

"What are you doing here, Stiles?" I ask.

I watch as his cheeks turn slightly red and his eyes scan my body before he clears his throat. "We need to go."

My eyes widen at his sense of emergency and I immediately think something bad has happened to Scott.

"What's happened?" I ask urgently.

Stiles eyes widen slightly when he realizes what he sounds like, "Uh, nothing too incredibly urgent. I can't explain right now because we have to go get Scott."

"We?" I ask, raising an eyebrow him.

His cheeks grow a brighter red tint and he nods enthusiastically, "You have to come."

"Do I?" I challenge, a smirk growing bigger on my lips.

Stiles eyes dart down for a second before he jumps into the room past me.