It usually involved him using a ladle as a microphone and splattering batter on the floor, clad in that novelty apron with the words 'I Fish Therefore I Drink' emblazoned across the front. Every morning on that first day she would wake up to the smell of banana pancakes-actual pancakes, not metaphorical ones-wander the few steps from her room to the kitchen, and find her dad dancing to The Rolling Stones in the most embarrassing way he could manage. One thing that stayed the same no matter the city or the school. There had always been one constant, though. Hazard of having a parent in the Coast Guard. The entire process was exhausting and redundant as hell. It was obliterated-it might as well not have happened in the first place. But the fact remained that with the beginning of each new school year, it was like taking an eraser to a chalkboard or shaking an Etch-a-Sketch. Either way, she was decidedly uninterested. Charlie didn't even want to begin to understand what went on in that room.
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Plus with each move there was that inevitable moment where she would confuse the layout of the new school with the old one, turn left instead of right, and end up in the boys' locker room. All the ingredients were in her possession, but she still didn't have any damned pancakes to eat. And as she sat at the table to eat said pancakes, pouring the syrup on top, some asshole stepped in, stole the pancakes, and handed her a box of Bisquick. They came out a fluffy golden brown, steaming like the most gratuitous of IHOP commercials. She mixed the batter, threw them on the griddle.
And it meant starting everything over again-building from the ground up. The pencil cases were decidedly less appealing these days. But the process had since lost its appeal. Well, that and the brightly colored backpack and superhero pencil case she had gotten out of the deal. Sure the first ever time back in preschool had been moderately exciting, what with the promise of new experiences, unfamiliar faces, and the alluring scent of fresh crayons.
Because today was the first day of school.Ĭharlie had never liked the first day of school, ever since she was a kid. To the outside viewer this might seem to be a premature assessment given that her feet had yet to touch the carpet, sequestered as they were in the tangle of her bedsheets, but Charlie Oswin had never been one for indecisiveness. This day was going on record as one of the worst days of her life.
She just never expected to stop being scary and defensive long enough to start developing actual human feelings along the way.Ĭhapter 1 - It Has Been Zero Days Since Our Last Shenanigans And she was going to figure out what it was. He and his friend Scott McCall also happened to be at the center of every strange thing that was going on in this weird-ass town. He was a twitchy, sarcastic weirdo, and she appreciated that in a person. There was something off going on in Beacon Hills.Įnter one Stiles Stilinski.
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But for a tiny town that was 90% forest with one functional movie theater, a lot of people seemed to be dying. Actually Lydia had described it more as avoiding becoming a 'facepalm-inducing embarrassment'. When Charlie Oswin moved to Beacon Hills after the death of her father, she thought the worst she'd have to deal with was gossip, term papers, and her new best friend Lydia Martin lipsticking her to death in the never-ending quest to make Charlie socially acceptable. And yes she was aware of the inherent contradiction contained within that phrase. Especially when you were quick-witted, bitterly sarcastic, and emotionally constipated with a bad case of verbal diarrhea. It's difficult enough to navigate on its own.
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