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Ch. 1 -It's Only the Beginning

Hello. If you're reading this, you probably think that all of these stories are just myths, and that they are untrue. Well if you think that, you might as well just close this right now. Now if you're reading this sentence your very stubborn for not stopping but I would've done the same thing, so it's okay.

Hey, my name is Elena Gilbert I'm 15 years old and I live in Queens, NY. I live with my mom, Veronica, in a tiny apartment which I love because is it not too small and not to big so it's cozy. I attend Queens High School and I am a sophomore along with my best friend Matt. We've been besties since we were 4. On this fine afternoon at Queens High School, the school board has decided to give the sophomore class a field trip to Central Park. But Lucky for them, Central Park is one of my favorite places in NY. Especially when I want to be alone to write my stories of listen to my music.

The bus for school arrives around 7:10 A.M. like every morning. Matt is already waiting in our usual spot, he always loves the window seat. There are about 10 kids in the bus by the time I get on. I approach my seat. John gives a little salute like he does every morning followed by a…

"Why, hello Lena" I smile and sit with my backpack on my lap.

The bus starts to move the second I sit in my seat. I smile.

"Hey crony."

"Oh wow look at the grasshopper updating her new vocabulary." He said with little wiggle of his eyebrows. I laughed. Matt has always made me smile in every single mood that I'm in.

After 30 minutes of chit-chat and listening to music, we arrive at the school. While everyone gets of the bus, I'm putting my headphones back in my backpack. I'm the last one off, and we head for the cafeteria. We still have to wait until the other bus gets here.

I head over to where Matt is sitting. He seems bothered by something. I can usually tell when there is something bothering him. But in this case he won't budge. He has tried to hide his emotions plenty of times, such as when his dad died, when his girlfriend broke up with him, and when his hamster died. I mean it was a hamster, you don't really expect it to live for 20 years do you? No, I didn't think so.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked.

He seemed spaced out, like he's in a whole other universe. When he doesn't answer I tap his shoulder and he jumps out of his seat. He looks at me confused for a second, then replied,

"Yeah, fine, why?"

"Alright something is definitely up, because that was the worst lie you would've ever said."

I said with a chuckle.

"Nothing Elena, it's just…" He stops and bites the inside of his cheek, like he is considering if he should tell me. "I just feel like someone's watching us."

I look around, all I see are people on their cell phones and talking to their friends.

"Nope, I don't think anyone is."

He looks around and nods his head as if to drop the subject. I'm start to bring up something else when the counselor yells that the bus is here.

"Everyone outside now!" She yells.

I pick up my bag and head out with Matt by my side. The air outside smelled of gasoline and cotton candy. The benefit was that I really loved cotton candy! While we were walking toward the bus I noticed the letters M-A-V-R-E-I-S-P. I elbowed Matt in the rib to try to get his attention.

"OW! What the hell Lena?" He yelled.

"What?" I asked frantically.

"You practically broke my rib!"

I looked at where he had moved his hand was clutching his side. He lifted up his shirt, I saw a swollen patch of skin. Yea that was definitely going to leave a bruise.

"Matt I swear I had no idea I hit that hard!" I said.

He lowered his shirt and murmured a "its fine"

I saw a glimpse of something behind the bus but I couldn't make out what it was.

"Did you see that?" I asked Matt.

He looked in the direction of the bus and said to me,

"Now what?"

I sighed, "Never mind, I'm probably seeing things."

I walked onto the bus and sat in the seat behind the driver. I sat in the aisle side. I could see the driver from his rearview mirror. His eyes were a greenish-blue, and he wore jeans with a tight black T-shirt. He had raven black and a tight jaw. John sat down next to me interrupting my thoughts. I blushed as if what I was thinking was wrong. He caught me blushing and wiggled his eyebrows. I gave him my best death glare and put my headphones in listening to Take Me to Church by Hozier. My music is very different. I love alternative, classic rock, singer/songwriter, and a little bit of today's hits. I'm all over the map! While listening to my song I started to rock my head back and forth because I started to get really into it. When we arrived at Central Park I packed up my headphones and started to get up when my purse fell and my things flooded out. I went down to pick it up with a groan.

"Do you need any help?" asked Matt.

"No it's fine, thanks."

"Alright I'll be outside when you're done."

I gave a little nod and with that he headed out to catch up with everyone else. After I picked up bag, I mentally did a little check list. I didn't check off cell phone. Where the hell is it? I started looking beneath all the seats, if I lost that phone I was dead. I went to go see if Matt had it when someone had cleared their throat. I turned and saw the bus driver with my cell phone in his hand. He stood there just staring at me, tilting his head as if to see me at a different angle. I blushed. To cover it up I asked,

"Um, Can I have my phone?"

He broke out of his trance and handed over the phone while saying,

"Oh, yea sorry, here. It rolled to the front of the seat."

"Thanks, my mom would've killed me."

He chuckled and then waited for me to continue the conversation. I suddenly felt the need to get off the bus, but one part of me was telling me to stay. He wasn't very tan, pale almost. On the contrary he did have some good features. I finally looked up to his eyes, those eyes where you could get lost in them forever. He looked like he was waiting for me, smirking.

"Oh, sorry did you say something?"

He chuckled," Yeah, just wondering when you'd be done checking me out?"

Wow Elena, a jerk nice selection! And with that I said,

"Okay, I'm gonna go. It's been fun."

"Wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a dick. My brother just told me a few pickup lines to use on pretty girls."

Wait did that mean he thinks I'm pretty? I mean only my parents had ever called me pretty but never a boy? Maybe I'm imagining things! There's no way he thinks I'm…..

"Hello?"

"Pretty."

"What?"

I suddenly realized I was speaking my thoughts.

"Oh nothing sorry."

He chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, I need to pick up another group of kids from their field trip." He said.

I wanted to ask if he was even old enough to be a bus driver but I really did need to get back to the group. So I didn't say anything and I picked up my bag without breaking eye contact. He walked up to his seat and sat down. I had just gotten off the bus when he said,

"Oh, hey Elena?"

I turned around very sharply. I never gave him my name. So why did he know it?

"Ye-es?" I stuttered.

"You forget your wallet." he said, while tossing the wallet to me and I caught with one hand. Almost as if it were a reflex.

"Oh thanks." I said.

Before he closed the door he said,

"By the way I like your picture on your learners permit. "

I looked at him confused for a few seconds, then my mouth formed into the shape of an "O" as realization hit me. He smirked, closed the door, and drove off before I could say anything. No wonder he knew my full name.