Lacy slowly turned her body toward her. "Y-Yeah. Is that really you?" She reciprocated, taking in her outfit. "You look gorgeous."
The tall blonde grew a smile. "Thanks. I feel amazing." 
"Guess I missed a lot," she mumbled, thinking that if Erica could change herself in such a drastic way that she truly had missed out on so much.
Erica's smile faded in the slightest. She walked closer to her, high heels tapping on the floor. "When did you get back?" Her voice became light. 
Lacy wrapped her arms around herself. "I've been back for a while. It's just my first day back at school," she answered quietly. "It's hard being back."
"It's hard being here in general. These people are the worst." Erica said with a slight snear. Her smile soon returned. "It's my first day back too, though. Well, the new me."
She furrowed her brows. "New you?"
"Hard to explain, but, you'll see eventually." The tall blonde started to walk by her but then she paused. She placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm glad to see you back," Erica spoke gently before strutting away down the empty hall toward the doors.
Lacy watched her still in shock. She suddenly heard the sound of running from behind her, causing her to turn around and she almost screamed when she came in contact with Stiles and Scott. "Whoa!"
"Oh my god!" Stiles screeched and slowed down, almost tripping over his own feet.
"Lacy, you scared us," said Scott.
"Scared you?" Lacy said back and placed a hand over her heart. "Jesus Christ."
"H-Have you seen Erica by any chance?" Stiles asked after catching his breath.
"Yeah, she just left. She went that way—" she pointed toward the doors only to get cut off by the boys flying past her, almost knocking her over. "Guys!"
"Sorry, Lacy!" Scott yelled over his shoulder as he and Stiles rush to the doors.
Lacy blinked multiple times. Her phone dinged in her pocket and she took it to, seeing that it was a text from her dad.
Daddy-O
fancy having lunch with me?












Lady stares at the bottom of her fast food bag, staring at the stray fries what had fallen out. She ate slowly, no longer having the appetite she did months ago. Her dad understood that though. He got her a small burger and small fries. He was different though. Sam ate like a pig, something he says he has the privilege of doing so. She chews on the end of a fry, swallowing painfully. It used to be a routine to them, Lacy and Sam to have lunch together. He'd always take his lunch break away from the station so they could eat together in his car. Lacy felt grateful he chose to continue that tradition on a day like today where she didn't have to go to the cafeteria. She couldn't take any more of the staring.
Samuel watches his daughter struggle to eat, her burger not yet eaten and her fries slowly disappearing. "If you don't want to go back, you don't have to back. I'll pull you out now if you want," he tells her once again, half of him wanting so badly for her to say yes. If she were to say yes, she would stay home and he'd never have to worry about her coming home or not. She'd be safe with him. 
"Everybody knows I'm back, dad. It's too late," Lacy utters, taking her eyes off the bag and she looked into his. "It's not so bad."
His eyebrows went up. "No?"
"Not everybody looks at me like I'm a freak."
Samuel frowns. "You're not a freak, Lacy."
Lacy doesn't say anything else about it. "I talked to Scott and Stiles," she switches subjects, taking a bite of another fry.