It was around 4 in the afternoon and we were just laughing at something stupid Bianca said, like regular teenagers. We had stayed an extra hour at school, helping dump trash cans and recycling bins from classrooms. I checked my phone I had tons of missed calls from my mom and dad, I thought I told them I was staying today. We were at the corner of my street, when I began to call them back, then we turned the corner, and saw a house burning. I dropped my phone, and couldn't hear any other sound besides the flames that now devoured the house. It's amazing to think just how fast your life can change. I still remember the joy I felt at 5:23 then the fear and pain I felt at 5:24.
I ran to the house and started to yell after them, but a man started to pull me back, my house was on fire I knew that, but if my family was in there... Once the fire was contained they pulled out a body then another then two more, I wanted to believe it wasn't them but who else could it be. It was a hopeless thought of mine.
Kim looked at me and all she managed, all any of my friends managed to say was, "I'm so sorry."
I saw Mrs. Torrez, our... my neighbor from two houses down, talking to the officers and all I was able to hear was, "Where is she supposed to go."
That was the last thing on my mind but I couldn't just let them take me to strangers. I got up from the curb I had sat down on and wiped away tears as I walked up to them, "I have an uncle", I managed to say, my voice shaking. They gave me an apologetic look and nodded.
That day I lost my family, two parents that loved each other and a sister and a brother that I loved.
Rosa offered me her home but I couldn't be around people, memories, happiness, it all seemed to bother me. I stayed at the police station the whole night until my uncle came for me.
I was sitting down looking at the ground, when I saw a man walk inside with a woman at his side he looked hesitated I recognized him as my uncle. He looked around when his gaze landed on me I smiled faintly. He looked like her, like my mom, I felt more tears begin to form and I felt that familiar stupid lump in my throat.
"Are you okay", he asked as he hugged me. I hadn't seen him in almost 5 years, but he gave me a sense of comfort that made everything seem okay for a minute.
He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "This is Isobel my wife, stay with her I'll be right back." I watched him walk away as I turned back to Isobel, she had a sweetness to her, very... motherly. She took my hand in hers and squeezed it, giving more comfort.
I turned away from her to look at my uncle, he was talking to some police officers. Alaric Saltzman, he was the younger brother of my mom, I didn't hear much from him from what I heard he had become a mess, but he seemed... better. I wasn't the only person to lose an older sister today, he lost my mother, his sister. He seemed stressed as he looked from me to the police officers, he put his head in his hands and stared at the floor. Once he regained his composure, he looked at me once more, then nodded to the police officers.
When he returned he told me that we were going to be leaving Texas and moving to his home. He promised me that he would take care of me, so after my parent's funeral we left, and I started a new life.
When I first arrived to Alaric's home, I cried for months, and refused to do anything. Then I started to go to school, I didn't try to make friends I wanted to, but my happiness also made me felt guilt, I didn't know why.
Months passed and on my 16th birthday everything seemed to change, I became happier, more like the girl before her parents died. Alaric and Isobel made a beautiful home for me and although Isobel was always busy with her research about the supernatural, we became really close.
I loved archery something about aim amazed me, so Alaric allowed me to take lessons, and not to brag but I was bad ass. For that time I actually thought that maybe I could be okay, live happily.

Many months later we lost Isobel to some sort of animal attack. I felt so many feelings start to leak and I cried for my family all over again, but I wasn't the only one that lost Isobel. Alaric was heartbroken, and spent a lot of time drinking and reviewing Isobel's research. He didn't talk much about her death, but I knew he was hiding something. He was different but he still cared for me and at night he would tuck me in still and he promised that we would be together through whatever, I didn't even know what that meant.
Alaric took care of me and I was grateful, to have someone after everything and I was all he had. Alaric would give me lessons on how to protect myself, it was random but it gave him reassurance and I as okay with that. After a while Alaric's new outlook on life became something regular, and I just went along with it because I didn't want to lose him. He seemed to think of everything and everybody as danger. Contrary to me, even after everything that's happened, I didn't hate the world.
Everything was normal for a while but one day Ric came back from wherever he was and told me to pack. He said he got a job as a teacher in a small town called Mystic Falls. Mystic Falls, I remembered reading about that small Virginian town in Isobel's research, I knew Alaric had a purpose for going there.
I didn't say anything to him, if whatever was in this town would help him get over Isobel then I would go.

***** So this is the first story I have written and I really am enjoying writing it but that doesn't really mean anything if the readers aren't enjoying it, so tell me what you think. *****