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This is just something new I've been meaning to work on.

This is just a prologue so please let me know what you think and if I should carry on.

Thanks

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Prologue

Elena's P.O.V

"Right these are the forms with your numbers on and here is an envelope with the cards that have your numbers on and in that pot there are your safety pins, two each only!" Instructed Mr. Saltzman as he held up the white paper in his right hand and a brown envelope in the other pointing to the pot of safety pins.

Everybody started lining up to get there number and pins so that they could attach it onto our track uniform. I stood in line I was third from the front and took the waiting time to look out over to the start of the course I'll be running at 11:45 am.

I'm nervous about running this time, maybe it's because I don't have my two older brothers to cheer me on. Stefan and Damon mean everything to me we look out for each other all the time now since Mom and Dad left us to suffer and fend for ourselves. Stefan and Damon aren't here today because they're at their interviews trying to get into a job together so that we can earn money to survive.

"Name, Salvatore, Elena, dadada" Mr. Saltzman mumbled to himself as he traced the list with his finger to my name. There are only four of us here so I don't know why it took so long

"Here we go you are 144" he looked through the set of different colored cards which are categorized for the different ages; Senior girls Dark Green, Light Green for the Junior Girls, then Dark Orange for the Senior boys and Light Orange for the Junior boys.

He handed me over the light green card to me with the number 144 on them and then he stuck a sticker onto my track top. I looked up at him in confusion wondering what the sticker was for.

"It's a barcode, they scan you when you've finished. It's an easier way of finding out your lap timings and what place you came" I nodded understanding now.

I grabbed two safety pins from the pot and stepped outside of the hut that was sheltering all the teams.

I took my track top off and felt the sharp pain of the cold as the wind blew against my bare arms. I shivered and started hopping to warm myself up. Why Cross Country was being held here in London I will never know. It could have been done in Africa this year when it's warmer but no, we're going to freeze to death this time.

"I'll put it on for you" Spoke a voice that came from beside me. It was a strong British voice.

I looked towards the direction that the voice came from and was met with a tall male who had a face like no other. It was perfect.

"Uhh…um o…ok" I stuttered.

"Here put your top back on" I did as he asked. He took the card and pins from my hands and I turned around so that he could put it on my back.

"Falls Wing huh?" He said noticing the bold white lettering on the back of my track top that he was pinning the card to.

"Uh…yeh, you?" I asked indicating that I wanted to know his wing.

"Legion Wing" He replied answering my question.

"This Athletes Program is a little weird" I say trying to make conversation with the handsome boy behind me.

"What do you mean?" He asks a little confused.

"Well Cross Country in freezing cold England in the open, is not right" I say complaining a little aking sure I don't sound too selfish.

"It's not that cold" he says.

I turn around to face his perfect face again, and I'm lost in my head for a moment.

"Are you kidding me?" I say smiling.

"Ok maybe a little cold" He says smiling back at me.

"So where are you from foreigner?" He asks, keeping the conversation.

"You can't tell from the nicely tanned skin and my accent?" I say doubtfully giving him a sarcastic face.

"Ok how about a guessing game?" He says putting a playful smile on.

"What are we five?" I giggle and he chuckles back, shrugging.

"I bet you could never guess where I'm from" I was up for a bit of a game.

"Well…hmm…that's a toughie…England maybe?" I say sarcastically.

"Nope, haha you're such a rookie" He says chuckling.

He's not from England? Are you kidding me?

"What?! That's crazy, where are you from then?" I ask.

"America" He says. He's from America. America.

"What?! You're kidding right? How come you're English and running for them?" I ask wanting more information.

"Well I only recently moved back. I was brought up in England and I moved a year ago and have been asked to athlete for them. But my birthplace is in America, West Vi…" He was rudely cut off by a familiar voice.

"Come on Elena, we have to warm up our race is in 10" Matt said looking the charming guy up and down who I'd been getting along so well with.

"Ok, I'll see around…uhh" I don't know his name.

"Kol" He said with a smile and started jogging back to his team.