Hi this is my first fanfic so please go easy on me

Where do I start? Bonnie Bennett pondered as she surveyed her surrounding that was once her bedroom. The room was tinted in dust, as she walked aimlessly around trying to get a feel of the room that was supposedly hers. She felt like an outsider trying to patch together memoires which are supposed to make her feel a connection. She flopped down on the bed, the mattress deflated slowly with the unexpected weight.

The room needs a total makeover she mused as she watched the fading lavender paint on the wall, too bad Bubbles isn't here to help me, her fashion sense is greatly needed. A scuffle was heard as two figures were coming up the stairs."This were you want it Kitten," the blond haired boy asked as he struggled with her suitcases. Bonnie watched him lazily as she pondered his question as she was laughing internally at him. "You can drop it right where you standing Blondie," sighed Bonnie as she lifted herself off the bed and walked toward him slowly.

"You knew this day was coming Kitten," he reminded her gently pulling her in for a hug, "It's a requirement for all of us. We need to do it for us to have a level of normalcy remember? We can't always be killing and torturing people now, can we?"

"True," Bonnie answered," But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

"None of us do love," replied the raven haired girl with electric blue eyes," But look at it this way, you now have a room to yourself instead of having to share it with me."

"I'm gonna miss you too Ruthie," Bonnie said as she pulled the girl in for a hug. "Hey!" exclaimed the boy," What am I? Chopped liver," he pouted. "I'll miss you too Jeremy," she giggled and he joined the hug as well. They stood like that for some moments before reluctantly pulling apart.

"Come on Baby Ruth, we have to go before Angel call us," he said as he gently pulled Ruthie's hand. "You will call or message me every week right?" she asked with unshed tears. Bonnie felt like if her heart broke in two as she watched her very first friend she made at the Academy try not to cry. Ruthie has been like a sister to her from the first day that they had met. Their friendship and loyalty towards each other was well respected among their peers and their friends called them the 'married couple'.

"Of Course I will," Bonnie replied smiling," now you guys should get going before Ginny sends out a search party." The two friends nodded their heads in agreement. They gave Bonnie her final hugs and departed from her room. A few minutes later she heard the starting of an engine as she looked out through the window and saw the red Mercedes pull out her father's drive way.

"I should start cleaning since I'm going to be here for the year," she said resignedly and she started packing her old stuff in the boxes her father had left out for before he went out to work. She knee deep in dusty clothes from her old closet before she remembered that she was still in her school uniform. Her usually clean pristine white shirt was covered in dust bunnies, she sighed and was in the process of unbuttoning her shirt as she heard a vehicle pulling up in her driveway.

Dad told me he was coming home late she thought to herself, but her curiosity got the best of her and she went to look through the window to confirm that it was indeed her father. To her surprise she saw a 1969 Chevy Camaro ZL-1 and yes she does know about cars in her driveway. She watched in amazement as the car stopped vibrating as the engine was shut off and a tall lanky figure emerged from the car dressed in all black. The stranger stood up straight and measured his surroundings as if he was deciding if this was a right decision. He seemed to be having an internal battle with himself then shrugged his shoulders and started walking towards the front door. He turned his head slightly and Bonnie caught a glimpsed of his face and gasped, it can't be him she thought no one knows I'm back home. She was startled out of her inner turmoil when the doorbell started ringing. "It's not him," she repeated firmly as she walked down the stairs to answer the door. She grabbed the handle took a deep breath and opened the door.

Please review. It would let me know if to continue with the story.