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Once upon a time there was a princess, who's life was in danger. Her parent's were planning to send her away, with a trusted family member, to keep the princess safe.
They trusted a witch to do a spell on the child to make her untraceable, so their many enemies could never find her. But that faith was miss trusted, for after the spell, the witch whisked the child away, to where she thought she would be safe.
She gave her to a knight in shining armor and his damsel to keep the child safe, for she was innocent in a cruel world, born into a cruel family, and she viewed nothing would change the family. And so she grew up, not with her biological family, but family none the less.
The deal was to never tell the girl where she came from, not even that they weren't related, so the girl would grow up far away from the monsters that go bump in the night, like her biological family.
And this is where our story begins...
|| Hope Salvatore's POV ||
I feel the sun hitting my face, my eyes slowly blinking open. Did I seriously forget to shut the blinds last night? Too lazy to care, I just pick my pillow up and place it on top of my head so I don't have to face the world.
I hear my door creak open, quiet footsteps on my floor. So not Mom or Dad, that only means one other person:
"Hopey! Wake up!" Stefanie says, jumping onto my bed, before jumping onto me. How are we related?
"No." I say as quickly as I can, holding my pillow down onto my face. This day is not here yet. This day will never come, I never wanted it to come- so why the hell did it have to come? This is the day we put all of our things (that aren't already) into boxes and then get into the car and never look back. When we get into the car, we turn our back on Mystic Falls, only communicating with out friends by our phones.
The day we move and leave our childhood home behind.
I feel Stefanie bend down next to me, sneaking her head under the pillow to whisper, "Don't make me get Dad."
"Shut up."
"Hey!" She rips the pillow off of my face, only to throw it back down.
"If that's how you want to play this-" I grab the pillow she used against me and jump onto her, pinning her to the bed. She squirms out from under me like the worm she is and grabs my other pillow, wacking me with it. I use my pillow as defense and offense, before the door creaks open again.
"Hey Dad..." We say, frozen in the act of attacking each other. He shaes his head, letting out a laugh.
"Get your asses ready for school, okay?"
"Yes sir-" Stefanie jumps off of my bed, running out of the door. I quickly stand up myself and walk over to my barren closet, picking out one of the two outfits left in it. I carry it in my arms to the bathroom, turning the shower on and undressing. I do my whole morning routine by pulling what I needed out of boxes or using some of the travel items Mom and Dad got in an attempt to make our lives easier. So, once I've finished drying my hair and putting the hairdryer back in the boxs, I walk down the familiar stairs for one of the last times to the very familiar site of Dad making pancakes and Stefanie already digging into one with the 'hilarious' vampire faces Dad always put on them. Him and Aunt Bonnie always laugh over them when she comes over, so I'm guessing it's an inside joke he just can't seem to let go of.
"Hey there, Princess #1! Come on, I made your favorite! Blueberry pancakes." Dad says, putting some different pancakes onto a paper plate.
"As delicious as it sounds... I'm almost late for school." Grabbing an apple, I walk up to Dad and kiss him on the cheek, grabbing a piece of the pancakes he made for me, before walking out the door. I get into my magnificent red car, otherwise known as my baby. The thing I would sacrifice Stefanie to get back. Happy 16th birthday to me indeed.
Arriving at school, I grab my bag from the passanger seat and walk into Mystic Falls High school. Going to my locker, then my first period. And then my second period. Then my third, then my fourth, then to lunch. Where I sit by myself... and then my fifth period, then my sixth, and finally my seventh. I clean my locker completely out and walk towards my car, taking the longest route possible. But, in the end, I still made it. Fuck.
I pull into the driveway next to Dad's Camaro, being careful as to not hurt the car in anyway. Dad and Stefanie stand at the top of the driveway, Dad's eyes focusing on my car and how close it is to his. I seemingly passed his test, as when I got out of the car, I wasn't greeted with any yelling of how I hurt his car. I simply put my hands up, as all three of us walk up towards the door. Dad has a smirk on his face... oh no, what has he planned-
"SURPRISE!" A loud shout comes from in our house, being filled with all of family members. And when I say all, I mean absolutely everyone. There is Mom (who must have gotten off work early), Aunt Caroline, Aunt Bonnie, Ric (I mean, he was Mom and Uncle Jer's guardian for a while, but... well, lets just say we're not allowed to call him grandpa), Uncle Matt, Uncle Jer, Lizzie and Josie, as well as a bunch of people that if I'm honest - I don't reconginze any of their faces. Hanging up behind the group is a banner, reading 'Sorry You're Moving', along with a cake that says the same thing - Elizabeth Saltzman at her best everyone. Everyone stands there, staring at us, before Stefanie makes a sprint towards a group of the unknown faces, everyone letting out a laugh and getting out of their awkwardness from the surprise. I walk across the room, going to hug Lizzie and Josie.
"We're never letting you go." Lizzie whispers in my ear, Josie nodding from the other side. Letting out a tiny laugh, we all sneak up to my room and sit on my air matress.
"Who allowed you to move anyway?" Lizzie whines, pout on her face.
"I'm not sure. Who do my parents need permission from?"
"Us." Lizzie says way to quickly, Josie just rolling her eyes at her sister.
"Then you better let them know before tonight-"
"No- no, no, no- do not even put that idea into Lizzie's head." Jo warns, holding Lizzie by her shirt as Lizzie attempts to stand up. "Let's just focus on something else... Like, how you're going to call us everyday."
"You better, or else I'll hunt you down..." Lizzie says, crossing her legs on the bed as she pouts, before quickly turning to a smile. "Make sure to tell me about every single hot guys and girls you meet at your new school."
Laughing, I nod and agree to the conditions of moving. Two rules aren't that bad.
"That way we can make it like you never left. We can facetimes and do our movie nights like we always do."
"While that sounds amazing - that won't make moving away from the Mystic Grill any better." I force a smile, but I obviously don't hide my feelings (and feelings other then the Mystic Grill) well. Jo immedately hugs me, Lizzie following her not long after.
Staying up all night, we just talk, and talk, and talk. We try and keep our minds off the time passing by and bringing us closer to the dreaded 6 A.M. Stefanie popped in around 10, and joined us until she fell asleep and we had to carefully carry her back to the room so we can talk as loud as we want to. All three of us fall asleep at certain times, before waking up and continuing our coversation. 4 A.M. comes around, Mom asking for help moving all the boxes into the moving truck. We unfortuantely agree, all standing up and carrying as many boxes as we can at one time, making many trips back and fourth.
And then 5:45 A.M. comes around, and we all stand in front of our empty home, no eyes dry. Mom hugs Aunt Bonnie and Caroline before hugging Uncle Jer, Dad hugs Ric, Stefanie hugging a few of her friends who showed up, and I hug Lizzie and Josie as all three of us try not to cry.
"I'm going- going to call you every single day, okay?" I take a few break as I try and keep my tears in my eyes, both of them just nodding from either side of me. We don't let go until 6 A.M. on the dot, Mom gently pulling us apart. I get into the backseat of my Dad's Camero, Stefanie sitting right next to me. The wheels slowly start to move, backing us out of the driveway for what seems to be the last time, all of our family and friends standing at the top of it. We wave goodbye for the last time, before we follow the moving truck down the street and onot the highway, leaving Mystic Falls behind.
California here we come.