Summery: Elena Gilbert and Jeremy thought you knew everything about them...Think again. Instead of there being two siblings, there were three. Shocked? I don't blame you. There was a Forgotten Gilbert. There was a younger sister. She is the middle sibling, forgotten. She is coming home and now...she will raze this town down. Watch out Mystic Falls, there's a new Gilbert in town!

A/N: I first started this story on Quotev (another fanfiction site), so if you see this story on there don't freak out! I just wanted to broaden my amount of readers. This is all created and written by me. I did not steal this from anyone.

A/N: I don't own the vampire diaries. (Or the yummy men;) *pout*

A/N: I am redoing this story. I won't be changing too much, but there will be some significant changes. If you read the summary of her life before she returned to her home, you will see major changes on how I have it. I feel as though my writing was immature and not how I wanted this story so I am editing it. If you don't stick with my story, I will try to understand why but I hope you give this new version a try!(this is the only chapter I have fixed so far.)

Rating: M

Word Count: 1,498

Hey there!

Yeah, I'm talking to you!
Now that I have your attention, I would like to introduce myself.

My name is Zoribella Gilbert. Pronounced: ZOR-i-BELL-A. I am 16.

Appearance:

I have long brown loose curls with streaks of natural gold in them. My eyes are silver-gray and have rings of cobalt blue. When I get mad they appear to shimmer, but I have been told they shimmer anyways so, I guess I look dangerous all the time. *evil smirk*
I am 5' 6". I am slim, muscle toned and tan.

Nicknames:
Z, Zori, Zora, Zara, B, Bell, Bells, Bella, Beautiful, Cara (sweetheart in Italian), etc.

Family:
Mom (Miranda, Deceased), Dad (Grayson, Deceased), Elena (older sister), Jeremy (Younger Bro, also fave sibling, shh don't tell Elena)

BFF's:
Vicky Donovan, Allie Mathews, Tyler Lockwood, Mason Lockwood, etc.

Somewhat friends (a.k.a. my sisters friends):
Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes, Matt Donovan, etc.

Boyfriend:
None, YET.

Personality:
Sarcastic, Cunning, Outgoing, Party girl, Funny, Protective, Possessive, Rebellious

Personality when Messed with:
Vengeful, Manipulative, Scary, Out for blood, Cold-Hearted, Scary

Skills/Hobbies:
Fashion, Dancing, Singing, Guitar, Drums, Viola, Violin, Flute, Writing, Languages, History, Sports in general, Flirting.

Short Summery as to why I was gone:

When I was 13, I got my first boyfriend. His name was Sam. He was the perfect guy, charming, sweet, devoted...or so I thought. Sam was into drugs and alcohol and he dragged me into it with him. I was hesitant but I allowed my blind faith in him to control what I did. We were together for about half a year. While I was with him, I began to become distanced from my family. I was always getting into arguments for things that I thought were stupid. Grades, friends and family were the main topics.

6 months after we started dating, Sam was shot by his dealer. It was a drug deal gone wrong. I was devastated. He was the first guy I loved and he was gone. I got depressed and instead of retreating from the very things that got Sam killed (drugs, etc.) I fell deeper into that world. I became a stranger...to myself and my family. I ignored my best friend in the world. His name was Ryker.

We met when we were 5 at a playground. An older kid (Tyler) wanted to play on the swing I was on and he shoved me. Ryker came over and attacked him. It was kind of funny because Ryker was smaller than Tyler. We became friends after that. We both hated Tyler for a while, then we found out about how harsh his dad was on him. We slowly lured him into our friendship and then became a group of 3...well four. Vicky and I had know each other longer. About a year after that, a girl moved to our school named Alisandra. It didn't take long for us to get her into our group. But back to the subject.

I kept withdrawing farther and farther from everyone around me. It was a hard time for everyone. One night I went out and the guy that shot Sam grabbed me. He had a few other guys with him. He wanted me to pay him the money Sam didn't come up with. He got pissed off when I didn't have a thousand dollars just hanging around and ordered the thugs to kill me. I tried to fight back but the drugs I had been taking made me weak. I was almost unconscious when the guys suddenly started running away. All I could see was a figure in black pouncing on them. The last thing I remember was a pair of striking blue eyes.

I woke up in a hospital. It wasn't fun. Mom and dad yelled at me for hours before I could see Elena and Jer. Elena is the oldest and Jer is the youngest. I am the middle child. When I got out of the hospital a week later, my parents broke the news to me that I was going to be sent to a rehab place in New York.

I threw a fit, I begged, pleaded, screamed, but they didn't listen. I even tried to get Elena to help me convince our parents to stay. I knew if she asked they would listen to her. I love her to death but she was always the favorite, and we all knew it. She said no! She abandoned me in my time of need. I made a last ditch effort and asked Jer. He tried, he really did. But in the end, they sent me away. I got out after the first year for 'good behavior.'

Mom and dad wanted me to come home but I couldn't. I was still hurt that they sent me away plus I had gotten an offer to enroll in a good school. I took the offer. I tried to keep in touch with Elena and Jer but we slowly fell out of touch. I tried to contact them but Elena and Jer weren't answering their emails. The phone numbers for Elena and Jer were no longer working and mom and dad weren't answering their phones. A little hurt, I just decided to leave them be. If they didn't want to talk to me, I wasn't going to force them.

I won a few competitions and got to travel around the world with a few of my other classmates. Everywhere I went, I took a few jobs to raise money. Since I couldn't contact my family, I had to fund my own stuff. If I wanted a new shirt, I had to pay for it. It was a bit rough, but I powered through it. I couldn't ask anyone for help, if I did they would know I had lost touch with my parents and I might have gotten kicked out of the school. I couldn't let that happen, the school was the best thing that had happened to me in years.

I spent about two weeks in everyplace I went. First I went to Paris and other places in France, then London, Spain, Italy, California, Chicago, and tons of other places. Once, we went to Vegas and we got a few fake ID's. We hit the tables and (amazingly enough) raked in a ton of cash. We split it evenly and swore each other to secrecy. The money really helped boost me. I don't need to take jobs now but I do anyway because I might need it. I started becoming home-sick. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss Ryker. We are in touch but we haven't been face to face in a while. It is a bit awkward because the first email he sent me in years was him telling him he was sorry for my loss. It gave me mixed feelings. It told me he cared enough to empathize with my loss of Sam.

We avoided the topic of death after that. We are pretty close now. Closer than we were before because I can tell him everything now. On my 16th birthday I finally decided it was time for me to face my past.

I am now 16, and I think it's time to go home. I want to see the looks on my parents, families and friends faces at how I look and act now.