[ Starting over at a new school wasn't unusual for Allison. In fact, she'd gotten pretty good at adjusting to it, even if she didn't like it. The formula was always the same: deal with the gossiping and wild speculation behind her back, ignore the whispered questions about her that no one really seemed gutsy enough to actually ask, find a couple people to hang out with and eventually the tide would turn. It was easier in bigger cities, where the student population was larger, but in small towns like Beacon Hills and Mystic Falls? It was like she was an alien and all the town-folk wanted a part of her.

Or maybe she was still reeling from everything that had happened over the past year. Finding out about werewolves and the true history of her family, two very major loses, breaking up with the boyfriend she thought she'd be with forever... It really didn't surprise her that her dad wanted to move again so soon but it still bothered her more this time than any other time. Leaving Scott and all of her friends behind was tough, of course, she just couldn't put up enough of a fight to make her dad keep them in California. She was exhausted, emotionally spent, and maybe he was right; maybe distance from where it all happened would be in her best interest.

Besides, she'd be able to keep in touch with everyone. It's not like this was the 1800s.

The first day of school is always the hardest, especially during lunch, especially if she hasn't found someone to sit with. But Allison's got bigger worries than seeming like an outcast, so she settles in by herself at one the tables in the cafeteria and pokes at the food on her plate. If only her appetite was actually existent so she could eat and leave... ]