Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters, except for all those not in vampire diaries, more specifically Raven, Lucy and Melody I don't technically own . . . Well except Melody, technically.
Chapter 1
I stumble through the corridor filled with masses of people swarming to their next class. No one gives me a second glance except the occasional few who giggle or smirk at my completely totally and undeniably awesome hat. I'm a kind of shy person but everything I lose out on in that front I make up for in what I wear. Today I'm donning my multicoloured painted keds, black tights, a red ruffle skirt, a purple tank top with the word muse in big letters on the front and my completely, totally and undeniably awesome hat. I blunder into my English class and take a seat at the back. Despite my colourful and what some might call weird clothing no one ever seems to notice me, not that I care. I'm soooo not one of those people who depend on friends in order to breathe. I nod to a couple of people I've talked to over the years and they smile back politely or nod. They'll be nice as long as I don't start trailing after them or thinking we're actually friends. I've always been a bit of an outsider, right from day one. Like I'm different from all the rest.
I get through all the morning classes, taking notes, keeping my head low, and head off to my locker at the end of the day. I'm just fishing out a dog-eared textbook when someone calls
"Hey, small person have you seen Elena?"a guy calls from behind me. I slam my locker shut and glare at him, I do not like people remarking about my height.
"I don't know who you mean" I say through gritted teeth to him. He's dark haired, almost black eyed and yeah totally gorgeous, not that I care.
"You sure, her locker is right next to yours. She's often hanging around with Caroline." He says
"I don't know an Elena or Caroline, can't help you, goodbye" I say walking away. He blocks my path
"No need to be rude" he says a smirk teasing at the corner of his mouth
"I completely agree" I snap and barge past him stumbling as I storm off. He laughs and I quicken my pace and head out the door cheeks burning.
I make my way to my car. I fumble with the keys in my bag and bump into this tall, dark haired girl.
"Sorry" I say reaching to the ground and picking up my keys. She stares at me. I begin to wonder if i have dirt on my face or a bit of hair sticking up.
"You're . . . you're a witch!" she cries
"Excuse me?" I say. Did she just call me a witch?
"I thought I was the only one at this school! Wow it is so good to have someone to talk to. I'm bonnie by the way" she says looking excited
"Em I really don't know what you're talking about, but I need to get home so um bye" I say putting my keys in the lock
"Wait you don't know!" she says sounding surprised
"Know what?" I ask
"That you're a witch" she says, the way someone might say yes the sky is blue.
"I can assure you I'm not a witch" I say opening the car door, maybe she took the wrong medication or something
"I'm not making this up!" she says "You're a witch like me and a really powerful one at that"
"See you around, em Connie?" I reply getting in my car and shutting the door.
"Wait!" she calls as I drive away.
I can't ignore what she said as I sit up in my room going through homework. The logical rational part of me says it's impossible but the mad imaginative part off me that adores dark romance novels jumps at the idea of something supernatural being real. That night all I can think about is what the girl kept saying, that I was a witch. I toss and turn until I finally fall into sleep witch filled dreams plaguing my sleep.