Sitting in History class was boring for a number of reasons. One: it was history. Two: you had a new teacher after Mr Harris had mysteriously disappeared. Not mysteriously to you and your friends though — you all knew about the supernatural incidents that happen around Beacon Hills.

The seat next to you was always empty, so you weren’t exactly expecting anyone to sit there. So when you felt a presence slide into the seat next to you, you immediately thought one thing: new girl. A pretty one too.

The girl had shrunk herself into her desk after the history teacher, who happened to be her father, embarrassed her. She was looking around for something, and that’s when you noticed she didn’t have a pen on her desk.