Playing a game of chance can lead to change. Whether it's good or bad depends on how you handle the outcome

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"Can you believe it Scott! We're actually getting a break from this town!" I exclaimed excitedly as I threw the last of my stuff into my suitcase.

Scott and I were heading to Queens to attend Midtown high for the school year. This is our junior year, so we'll be back in time to be seniors, but Scott and I really just need a break at the moment.

"I'm excited, but the thought of leaving this town scares me. What if something happens while we're gone?"

"Then the others will deal with it. Remember Derek, and Malia, Liam, Kira, Lydia, Isaac. We have plenty of people to defend this town for a year. Putting mental health first is okay sometimes Scott."

He nodded, but I could tell that he wasn't fully on board with this, even if he was saying that he was.

"Hey if you don't want to go, we can call this whole thing off."

He looked up at me, questioning if I was actually serious, but I knew that he knew I was. He knows that I'd do anything for him, even if it meant risking my own mental health and staying in Beacon Hills for him.

"No I want to go. I just have to brief Liam on everything before we leave."

I nodded and put my suitcase by the door in my room, so I would remember to take it in the morning.

"Well you have tonight to do that. Our plane leaves at 9 tomorrow, so we have to be there by 6, and that means we have to be up by 3:30, so we should probably go to bed before 11. That leaves you the next four hours to get everything you need to get done done before you have to be in bed tonight."

Wow okay, even I feel like I said a lot of stuff there. Apparently it made sense to him though because he nodded before leaving the room, and my house.

That last part should've been implied.

After today I'll be out of Beacon Hills for a year.

This is long overdue. Like four years overdue.

I'm not saying that I don't love it here. Beacon Hills is my home, and I grew up here. But you know how people can get homesick? Well I'm the exact opposite. I'm sick of my home.

I guess I just need to get out of here so that I can get the opportunity to be homesick, so I can actually miss this place. Right now though. I can't wait to get out of here, and I hate that. I want nothing more than to be extremely happy here, but the truth is that this place is driving me completely nuts!

"Bags all packed?" I hear a voice ask from my door.

I turn around to see my dad standing in my doorway definitely looking super upset.

"You know I'll call all the time right?"

"You better Stiles or so help me God I will come over there and drag you back home by your ear."

The scary thing about this is that he wasn't kidding. If I know my dad then he will do it without hesitation if I don't call him from New York.

"Trust me. Even if I get sick of this town. I can never get sick of the sheriff. I mean he kinda raised me in case you didn't know."

That one got a laugh from him.

This is what I'm going to miss about Beacon Hills. Probably the only thing. My dad and I having non serious but secretly serious conversations, and yeah I know that I said that we were going to talk on the phone all the time, but there's something about being in person with someone vs talking through a phone.

Things get a lot more sentimental in person.

Even though they can do that on a phone too it's different. Trust me if you've experienced something like this then you know what I'm talking about.

Not the taking a break from your hometown to attend school in another state for a year part, but the part about feeling more connected with a person when you're talking to them in person rather then just having a conversation with them on the phone that will easily be forgotten once it's over.

At least I'll have Scott with me. Better yet at least we'll have each other.

We'd probably go insane if we didn't have each other, but that's the friendship package I guess that we signed up for when we were four years old and in that sandbox.

"How could I not know. I'm pretty close with the sheriff myself. It's almost as if we're the same person."

"I'm going to miss this." I gestured between the two of us to emphasize what I was saying even though I knew that he already understood what I was saying.

"I know son. I'm going to miss this too."

He came forward and hugged me.

I remember trying so hard to convince him to come with Scott and I, but he won in the end. Being the sheriff is pretty important.

It's not really one of those jobs where you can just take off and go anywhere you want for a year. He needs to stay here, and even though it'll hurt me, it's not about me. It's about his duty to protect this town as the sheriff. I'd never make that an ultimatum for him to choose between me or his job.

Even though I know that he'd choose me in a heartbeat. He wouldn't even have to think about it.

"Well I'm going to put this stuff in my jeep and then I'm going to try and eat something before I go to bed. Feel free to join me." I said as I walked past him, lugging my suitcase with me.

Now beings my last night in Beacon Hills.

Tomorrow starts a new year long journey.

I wonder what it will hold.