I could feel my skin being ripped up making blood leak out. I started to walk out to my jeep when I felt my weight being knocked over, causing me to land on my face. The day seems to have gone by so fast even tho I haven't seen Scott all day, maybe that biting thing of his has given him an infection or a virus, who knows. The rest of the lesson I just sat in my seat beginning to think about that voice again, who was it? It couldn't have been my dad I would have known if it was his voice, It wasn't Scott's either, the question who's voice it was really started to tick me off, I hate being left in the unknown. Harris already was giving out last weeks test results, I, of course, got an A+.

I sat down in my seat trying to get my consciousness back. I walked to class almost like a robot unable to make a move on my own. I gulped down a lump of fear as I stuffed the note in my pocket as I took and stuffed my books into my backpack. I was at my locker when I saw a note attached to it. I parked my jeep at my usual spot, perfect of course, and opened the door as I took my backpack in my hands and walked into the building of living hell. On my way to school, I couldn't help but feel watched, like someone had their eyes on me, but the road that I was driving on was empty, only I was driving here so I tried to shook the feeling of as I began to focus on the more important things, How can I avoid captain jackass and his Dick squad? I wish everything was different, that I wasn't living a total hell every day, that people just could accept me, but that is just a distant dream.

I could feel some tears slip out at the corner of my eyes that I quickly wiped away. I headed out to my beloved baby blue jeep that my mom had gotten ready for me a short time before she died, it seems like a long time ago, the happiness, the love, but most importantly it's a long time since I had a real family. I took some pop tarts that I stuffed in my mouth as I took my shoes on and slung my backpack over my shoulders. I walked down into the kitchen in a Longsleaved flannel in a red-black square pattern, I saw a note from my dad I didn't bother to read cause I already knew what it said, Dear Stiles had a call from the station had to go, Bla Bla Bla love Dad. I still couldn't get that voice out of my head or make out what it had said to me. I was getting ready for a day of misery or as it is called School.

Cry of fear stranger