Oblivion » Stiles Stilinski |Book One

New Girl In Town

Hello Wattpaders! Okay so this is my first time writing on here, so PLEASE excuse any grammar mistakes that might be in here. Do not correct them, I will fix them as soon as possible. And also, my writing will improve as the story goes on. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!

*I DO NOT own Teen Wolf. All credit goes to Jeff Davis.♣

Songs for this chapter:

Afterglow - The Crookes

Not Giving In - Rudimental

This Is What It Sounds Like - Of Verona

And The World Was Gone - The Snow Ghosts

A/N: Valerie is portrayed as Nina Dobrev.

EDITING!!!!

Valerie's P.O.V.

It was late afternoon.  Hazy California sun drifted lazily ahead, excreting bars of light through the window onto the hardwood floor, which magnified the dust that had yet to be swept up.  I lay on my bed, on my back, a book propped up with my hand on my stomach, my arm sprawled across my forehead to act as a visor, blotting out the pesty sunlight. 

"Oh, no. You did not just kill the main character..." I muttered to myself, grimacing and snapping the book shut.  I slid it under my bed, knowing I would most likely never read it again.  I had a habit of reading through my entire collection and then disposing of the finished books under my bed.  In my old house I had done this so often, I practically had an entire library beneath my mattress.

I had just moved here, to Beacon Hills, California, from Boston.  I was skeptical, and it was honestly quite upsetting to move from our old house, where me and my sister grew up, but there was no compromising with my father.  I mean, it's California.  Everyone dreams of living here.  You see the cliches on television.  A group of perfect teenagers clad in Hollister clothing and dashing along the beach or driving through the desert in a fancy Jeep.  Whatever.  I wasn't into it.  I liked my quiet, boring life exactly the way it was.  

I walked over to the large window to the west of my bed.  I swept the curtains to the side and observed the scenery outside.  A row of houses across the street, a young couple walking a dog, and a glimpse of the ocean ahead.  I was so focused on this that I hardly noticed my father's voice shattering my thoughts.

"Valerie! Are you unpacking?"

"What?  Uh, yeah!" I shouted back, deciding he was probably right. I still had loads of boxes to unpack.

I stacked all of my books on a cherry wood shelf, arranging them neatly. I grabbed my favorite articles of clothing and hung them in the large closet. I reached into another box for the next few items, and my fingers recognized a smooth wood frame. I pulled it out and ran my fingers over the smooth surface. My mom's smile appeared so vibrant in the old photo. I wore little cat ears on my head that matched with my Halloween costume. I still remember when the photo was taken: a year before the dreadful day when the news that my mother had been diagnosed with leukemia had arrived.  I didn't like to think about it.  I set it down on my nightstand and pushed the photo so it lay face-down on the wooden surface.  It had been several years since I had lost her.  No funeral, no goodbyes.  I never saw her go, yet it still bothered me.

After a couple hours of unpacking, I went downstairs for dinner. My father, who had gotten a job at the sheriff's station, made dinner awfully early so he could go to work on time.  Dinner was silent besides the faint clink of silverware and the sounds of chewing.