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Personal Narrative: Moving To Beacon Hills, California

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My original name is shaylin uhlig i was 15 before I moved to Beacon hills, California. I am now called Talia Burley. I am 16 years old. Just like me and for the same dark secret my friends changed their names to Scott McCall (17 years old), Stiles Stilinski (17 years old), Erica tumblr (16 years old), and Jackson Kanima (17 years old). We are now forced to live at Beacon hills, California. Our life use to be way different: busy, good, and not as exiting before the night my friends invited me to a football game. As usual we played our own football game it was two against two. Scott and i were on a team while stiles and Erica were on the other. It was a Friday with a full moon with little clouds lingering in the sky. Stiles dad work for the police.

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