The Sacrament Is You
On the plane sat a young blonde, wedged in between two older people; her parents. The lights where dimmed as most of the passengers were asleep, but Whitney couldn't sleep. She had never been able to sleep on planes, they were far to cramped and on those rare occasions when she did manage to fall asleep she always woke up sore from the awkward sleeping positions that she was forced to sleep in. Her parents were asleep like everyone else, but she sat with her ear buds plugged into her ears and Taylor Swift's 'I knew you were trouble'. She didn't know why but she had been listening to this song on repeat for the past two days, it was like this song was about to have a new meaning to her life.
Whitney Lynn Evans was your typical 17 year old girl, she had light blonde hair and steel gray eyes. Her skin was pale, the poor girl couldn't tan for the world, she also had a slim slightly athletic build thanks to cheerleading. She attended Mystic Falls high school, along with her three best friends Elena Gilbert, Caroline Forbes, and Bonnie Bennett. Her father worked closely with mayor and was a well known politician around the small town, and her mother was a resident doctor at the hospital. The family of three had been in Australia visiting her father's side of the family, and while she was away Caroline had lost her father.
Shifting her weight and bringing her knees up, she managed to find a semi comfortable position, slowly her eyes closed and she was out within minutes. "Whitney! Wake up, the planes landed." Her mother was shaking her, "Alright! Mom, I'm up." She snapped, she wasn't the friendliest person when she after she was woken up. Quickly the family got their baggage and left the air port, but it was still another two hour drive to Mystic Falls. During which time she took to texting Caroline, checking on her after her dad's death, and just having a general conversation.
Soon the car pulled up in front of the familiar two story brick house in the richer part of the town. After getting out and getting her things, Whitney was the first to make it to the door, she seen a small white envelop with 'Evans Family' wrote in delicate hand writing. Picking it up she unlocked the door, as she sat her stuff down, "What's that you have kiddo?" Her dad asked walking in behind her mother, Whitney shrugged, "I dunno, it was on the front porch." She opened the envelop and pulled a small card out, "Please join the Mikaelson family this evening at seven o'clock for dancing, cocktails, and celebration." She read aloud, her mother walked over examining it. "It looks like we where invited to a ball.." She stated, Whitney looked up at her parents, she'd been to plenty politician banquets due to her dad but never a ball. "Can we go?" She asked, he father shrugged and nodded "Why not?"
Grinning she ran up stairs, if she started getting ready now then she should have enough time and not run late. But before anything she called Elena, "Guess what!?" She squealed after her friend had answered the phone. "What?" Elena asked, "I got invited to this really cool ball thing thrown by some new family in town." She explained.
Elena mean while on the other end held her breath, Whitney didn't know about about the supernatural world, she was Elena's only friend who was still in the dark and that was the way she wanted to keep it, because that meant she was probably the safest of them all. "Whit, I don't think you should go." She tried coaxing her friend, knowing it wasn't going to work. Whitney was too headstrong and sounded way to excited to be convinced other wise.
"What? What do you mean I shouldn't go! I'm so going Elena, it sounds cool and totally epic." Whitney couldn't understand why her friend wasn't just as excited as she was."I mean think about it, it's just probably going to be a bunch of old people sipping wine and listening to crappy music and doing crappy dances." Elena tried again, but Whitney wasn't having any of it, "I don't think so, I'm going…But I've gotta go get ready. Bye!" And with that she pressed the end button, ending the phone call.