They had come to Mystic Falls with the thought that their lives would start over. The Thornton's had uprooted their family from Chicago; pulling their two daughters, Elizabeth and Felicity, out of their senior year at Lake View High School. The move to Virginia took both girls by surprise; they didn't know why they parents would want to leave the city for such a small, hick town in the middle of the south.


Saturday, March 6, 2010

We arrived in Mystic Falls two days ago. We've been so busy unpacking everything that I haven't had a chance to write.

I still have no idea why mom and dad have even brought us here. We had such a good life in Chicago, and then they up and decide we are moving south. Although, I do have to say it is warmer here than what it was in Chicago – the only plus I see about this move – I miss my friends. And, I can't believe I'm going to write this, I miss my high school and my teachers there.

I haven't really had the joy of going to the Mystic Falls High School yet, but I bet they are just dying to meet the Thornton sisters. I know that they have heard about us…. I could see it written in their faces as my family and I walked around town today. They seemed to give us odd looks, even though they don't know us.

There was one guy whose eye I caught, who seemed to look at me differently than all of the others, and I don't know why. Liz and I were in the coffee shop this morning, waiting on our drinks when he came in. He seemed to look about my age, 18 or so, with sunglasses on and a leather jacket. Everyone in the room would peer up from their newspapers and magazines as the tall figure walked up to the counter and order a drink. That's when he saw Liz and me standing there. It was more a look of curiosity than anything. He didn't say anything, he just looked at me. When he got his drink, he walked out quickly, and my eyes followed him. He handed the drink to a dark haired girl who kissed him gently on the lips. I hadn't noticed before, but she had been sitting at a table just outside the café – I had probably passed her on my way in and not even realized it. The girl got up slowly and I could see she was slender. The guy put his arms around her waist, kissed her forehead affectionately and they walked off together.

"Wow," Liz said, and I turned to look at her. She had noticed him too. "Who was that?" She said. It was more of a curious statement than anything – like I would know who he was, we had only just arrived.

"That was Stefan Salvatore…" The woman behind the counter said slowly. Liz and I looked at her. "..with his girlfriend, Elena Gilbert." The woman behind the counter seemed to look at the spot where the dark haired girl had just been with envy in her eyes.

I was immediately envious of her, too. Even though I had only seen the back side of her, and not her face, I knew she was beautiful, especially from the way that the other girl looked at her too.

"Your drinks," the girl said, and handed me my grande' iced mocha. Liz took her iced chai and we walked towards the door slowly. I couldn't help but think that maybe Liz was thinking the same thing I was.

The rest of today kind of went by in a blur. Since we have arrived, I haven't been able to really think about anything except settling into my new room – another plus side, I guess you could say. In Chicago, our condo only offered two bedrooms – well three, but dad had turned one of them into an office – so, Lizzy and I had had to share a room for the longest time. Now that we are in Mystic Falls, we have a five bedroom house, built in the late 1800s.

The house is grand with a huge front hall, grand stair case and kitchen the size of our entire living in the condo – in other words, huge. Everything here is much more spread out. I don't like it. You can't just step outside your front door and go to the mall, or to the Starbucks on the corner. We have to actually get in our car to go to the mall now…and there isn't a Starbucks in town…it's just that little town coffee shop….where I subsequently saw Stefan Salvatore for the first time.

I shouldn't really think about him – he's taken and by Elena Gilbert… Like I said, it seems like the coffee girl envied her, which means she's probably got everything she wants. I really shouldn't speculate about someone I really don't know.

Mom and dad want to take Lizzy and I out to explore the rest of the town tomorrow, I don't know why, there isn't much else to see except the coffee shop and the other little shops in town, and I don't even think they'll be open, what with it being Sunday.

I can tell this whole "southern comfort, home town living" is going to kill me.

Signing off for now….

~Fee

P.s. Officially 20 days until I'm 18.