AN: /this isn't set anywhere specific in TVD plot, so all you need to concentrate on is the characters

I don't own anything in this story besides from my OCs and their story, so please enjoy

Helaina OUT!

I looked out of the car window silently, tucking a lock of my long white hair behind my ears, and eyeing my future home curiously. I'd lost count of how many times we had moved now. In fact I don't really think I want to know the number... but lets just say it was a lot.

"Your going to be fine here." My older brother said looking at me from the overhead mirror. "This time I have a feeling everything's going to work out."

"You say that every time Will, and it never is." I sighed. "We might as well go and live in the middle of nowhere and admit to ourselves that we'd make brilliant recluses..."

"Oh don't be that way, you'll love it here; my spidey senses are tingling!"

I snorted at that. "You're such a nerd..."

"And you love me for it." He grinned, turning the car and pulling into the driveway of a house in the middle of a nice looking neighbourhood. "Here we are! Home sweet home."

"Yeah, for now..."

Either he didn't hear me, or he chose to ignore my last comment, Will climbed out of the car and the walked around to the boot to collect the few bags of clothing and belongings we bought with us. I, however, decided to stay in the car and look at the house for a few more moments, wondering how little time we'd be spending in it before we inevitably had to leave.

Sighing deeply I opened the door and took my first step onto Mystic Falls.

~o~o~o~

"Samara, have you seen my books?" Will shouted up the stairs.

"Have you checked the brown bag?"

There were a few moments of shuffling downstairs, then a loud "Thank you!", then I knew he would have his head in his books for at least an hour or so.

I was sitting on the little alcove in my room, looking out of the window thoughtfully and stressing about my first day at a new school later on. I thankfully didn't have to stress about the house, as it came fully furnished anyway, but I couldn't help but wish it hadn't been so I would have at least had something to do to keep my mind off of school.

I looked over at the clock. 8am... That left me with enough time to put some make-up on and grab some breakfast before I had to leave.

Getting up I slowly wandered to my dressing table and threw myself onto the chair, holding my head in my hands and closing my eyes.

"You need to keep your emotions under control, you hair has changed again..."

I opened my eyes and ran my fingers through my locks, realizing my twin sister was right, my hair had indeed changed black.

"You know I can't help it sometimes, Isis, it's beyond my control."

"Hmm..." She said pointedly. "Anyway, what's gotten you in such a grump?"

I grabbed my make-up and set to work, looking at her out of the corner of my eyes. "I have school soon; and I'm sick and tired of changing states every few weeks. Leaving England was bad enough!"

I glared at her with all my might, and she just held her hands up defensively. "What, it isn't always my fault!"

"Most of the time it is." I retorted.

"Okay, fine, most of the time it is; but in those times I had my reasons and you know it!"

I finished putting mu mascara on and looked at her thoughtfully. "I know, but please, I'm begging you to try and keep yourself under control this time."

She smiled at me sweetly and placed her hand over her chest. "I cross my heart and hope to die."

I snorted. "A little to late for that, don't you think sis?"

She grinned at me in return before her smirk fell and her eyes narrowed. "Will's coming upstairs."

Not a second later our brother walked into the room with a curious look on his face. "You ready to head off?"

"Hey Samara." My sister interjected. "Tell him his taste in music sucks. I can't believe he made us listen to that crap all the way here!"

I sighed. "Isis said your taste in music sucks."

"Tell her she's a bitch." He said happily, before walking off. "Breakfast to go! C'mon, I got you an English muffin!"

Isis chuckled. "I do believe I hit a sore spot!" she looked at me with delight, but then frowned. "Your hairs back to normal."

I looked into the mirror and saw it had gone back to its usual brown shade, which was a good thing; it showed that I was no longer in 'a grump' as my sister put it. I reached across and grabbed a hair band, tying it up before walking to the other side of the room and putting on my black wig.

"Black suits you." My sister said thoughtfully. "You could seriously pull off the whole sexy librarian look without even trying!"

I laughed and shook my head, walking over to the mirror and adjusting it until it looked perfect.

"Right!" I said with optimism. "Ready to go and learn?"

Isis stared at me with wide eyes. "Who are you and what have you done with the real Samara?"

~o~o~o~

"You know..." I started with my mouth full. "They call it and English muffin, but it tastes nothing like it does back back home."

"That's because American food sucks" Isis said in a huff.

"You've never even tried it before!"I laughed.

"No, but I've seen it and that's all that counts!"

"Okay..." My brother interupted, pulling up to the school. "It's weird hearing this one way argument, and you need to be off. Go learn, make new friends, and for the love of God tell Isis to behave!"

I climbed out of the car and looked at my sister who was currently giving Will the finger. "She heard you..." And with that I closed the door and turned to face my new classmates.

The school was as American as it could get, large building, large field to the side, loads of teenagers chatting out the front... And then there was me: The strange English girl, secretly wearing a wig because her hair changes depending on her mood, with a sister who had died seventeen years ago still by her side.

I took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

"Lets do this."

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