I looked at the schedule in my hand and sighed. Why did history have to be my first lesson? As much as I loved history, I had wanted a more laid back subject. Art maybe.
The corridors were crowded, and the search for my locker was so far uneventful. I looked at the ones to my left, following the numbers until I finally found my own. Opening it up, I threw the books I wouldn't need into it, when a group of people laughing caught my attention. A few lockers down from me there was a group of about four people chatting amongst themselves happily.
One of the girls had blonde hair, and her complexion was very fair. She was quite obviously doing most of the talking, but the others didn't really seem to mind. She turned to a girl to her right, who was agreeing to whatever she just said. This girl was cute, with wavy hair and a large smile, she clung to her blonde friend like they had known each other for years, and they probably had.
I know she's my friend, but she's still dangerous... I just have to keep an eye on her.
I frowned. What did she mean 'dangerous'? I shook my head and looked at the others.
The last girl had straight long brown hair, with a middle parting. She was tanned and very beautiful, holding onto the boy next to her I presumed to be her boyfriend. He was tall, with a lighter brown hair, his arm slung over her shoulders lovingly. He was handsome, I had to admit; and it took quite a lot of effort to tear my eyes away from him.
I focused on him for a moment and got... nothing. Absolutely nothing!
"Watch out for them..." Isis whispered in my ears, leaning against the lockers casually.
I glanced at her from the corners of my eyes, putting my head further into the locker so no one would notice me speaking. "Why?" I asked. "Why can't I Hear the guy's thoughts?"
"They're just bad news, so leave it be." She said dismissively. "So are you going to want me to help in class again?"
I smiled at her. "Would you?"
"Anything for my little twin!" She laughed. "Now come on, before you're late."
I nodded and closed my locker, walking in the direction Isis had pointed me towards.
Isis came useful in these situations. Now matter where we were, or if we'd been there before, she'd know everything about it. The layout, the history, you name it. Which is why she was so good when it came to school.
On the way to my first class I had to walk past the group I was looking at earlier. They were laughing about something, so I looked up for a moment. The boy was looking at his friends, but when I was just walking up to him he caught my gaze, and froze.
I averted my eyes and walked a little faster and rushed into the classroom. There were a couple of students were at their seats, but not all of them, so I wandered over to the teacher at his desk and smiled.
"Hi, it's my first day here."
"Ah!" He smiled back. "Then you must be Samara. My name is Mr Saltzman, and I'll be your history teacher."
"Thanks. Umm, is there anywhere in particular I should sit?"
He pointed to a desk near the middle of the classroom, and I took my place there quickly.
Not long after the room began to fill with students, and that included the group from earlier. The girl with long brown hair took the seat next to me, and the boy, who was still staring at me, sat right behind me.
I swear I could feel the back of my head burning!
"Hey." A gentle voice snapped me from my daze. I looked to my left and saw the girl smiling at me. "You're new here, right? My name's Elena."
She seems nice, but it looks like she could use a friend.
I returned the smiled. "Samara, it's nice to meet you."
"Alright class!" Mr Saltzman suddenly said, walking to the very front of the room. "Today we're going to go over The Battle of Willow Creek. Now can anyone, besides from Stefan, tell me the number of casualties during the battle?"
"Put your hand up." Isis said, standing to my right.
I did so without hesitation. It wasn't that I liked being the brainy one, but I realised that with Isis telling me the answers, and then me telling the class, I actually learnt something!
"Samara?" Mr Saltzman said, quite surprised. "Do you know?"
I nodded, and then waited for my sister.
"Three-hundred and forty six."
"Three-hundred and forty six." I repeated.
"And twenty-seven in the church"
"And twenty-seven in the church" I repeated once more.
The whole class was looking at me now, including Elena who had her mouth open.
"Samara, would you mind if I asked where you are originally from?"
I shook my head. "I come from a town called Chichester in the south of England."
"Then how do you know so much about this small towns history?" He asked.
"I- I" Have to think a good answer to get out of this! "I like history, and like to know the history of the place I'm living in."
"Really?" He said with a raised eyebrow. "Can you tell me the names of the founding families?"
I listened to my sister and then repeated her word for word. "The Fells, the Forbes, the Gilberts, the Lockwoods and the Salvatores."
The teacher looked at me with a mixture of shock and delight, but I realized I had gotten away with it.
The rest of the lesson went on without a hitch, and looking at my schedule I realized I had a free period! So I was about to head off to the cafeteria, when Elena called my name. She was standing with her group, and as I walked towards them I noticed that the boy was still staring at me! Seriously what was up with this guy?
"Don't go near them, Samara." Isis warned.
I ignored her and joined the group. "Yes Elena?"
"We were wondering if you'd like to join us for lunch,, if you have a free period that is."
I nodded at her. "I do, and I'd love to join you."
So we walked to grab some food and then sat on one of the large benches outside.
"So you come from England, huh? That must be awesome!" The blonde grinned. "Oh, I'm Caroline by the way, and this is Bonnie and Stefan, Elena's boyfriend."
Bonnie smiled warmly at me while Stefan nodded. "It's nice to meet you Samara."
"You too." I said meekly.
"Anyway!" Caroline gushed. "How did you know all of that back in the class? Do you really like history? Cos I've spent all of my life in this town and I barely knew the answers to the questions!"
I grinned at the amount of bubbles she was emitting. "Yeah, history can be good, It can tell you all about what a place is like and the people you find there."
"Hmm..." Bonnie mused. "That's a good way of looking at it, actually. Oh, Samara, so you mind if I have one of your grapes? I left my purse at home."
I shook my head. "No, not at all!" I picked a grape off from the small bag and reached out my hand to her. She looked at me thankfully and took it.
But then she froze, looking into my eyes, and dropped the grape. "Oh..." She whispered.
I frowned at her. "Bonnie, are you okay?"
She regained her composure and shook her head. "No.. I, uh, I'm fine. I've gotta go."
Elena and Caroline looked at her confused, "Bonnie wait! Oh, sorry Samara, we'll be right back. Stefan, keep her company for a second?"
"Of course."
Elena kissed his lips and thanked him, running after her friend with Caroline on her tail.
Ah crap... How did I wind up alone with the staring guy?
"So..." I said, not much liking the silence. "How long have you and Elena been going out for? She's really nice."
He looked at me in silence for a while, and then spoke. "Jasmine, how are you alive?"
I paused. "Umm... Well, my name is Samara, and your question is confusing."
"No, it can't be." He reached across the table and grabbed my hand. But not in a threatening way, in a gentle way, which just managed to confuse me further. "Jasmine, tell me the truth."
"I told you to stay away from them..." Isis said, sitting right next to me.
"Why?" I asked her, although Stefan could have thought I was talking to him.
He looked at me with pleading eyes. "You died. We watched you die. We buried you!"
Isis smirked at us, leaning towards me and whispering in my ear.
I gasped, pulling my hand away from him, and not even thinking before I whispered: "Vampire."
He frowned at me. "You were turned?"
"No!" I jumped out of my seat and took a step back. "You! You're a vampire."
There was no one around us to hear my declaration, so Stefan didn't seem to worry about that. But he did frown, with a defeated look on his face. "You're not jasmine?"
I shook my head. "No I'm not, but you're a vampire!"
A gasp from my right broke our gaze, and I saw Elena, Bonnie and Caroline staring at us with wide eyes. "You told her?" Caroline shrieked.
"I didn't tell her anything, she already knew!"
"She's one to." Isis whispered.
"You're a vampire to." I gasped, looking at Caroline.
"How the hell does she know this?" Bonnie said with wide eyes.
Isis walked behind me and continued. "She's a witch, a descendant from Salem."
"Salem witch."
Elena walked up to me, obviously scared and concerned. "Samara, how do you know this?"
Isis then moved to stand just to the side but between us, a smirk on her face as she told me about Elena.
"Doppelgänger."
I then promptly passed out.
Elena POV
"Bonnie, wait up! What's wrong? What did you see?"
Bonnie just shook her head and walked into the building, then ushered us into an empty corridor. "I saw... I'm not even sure how to explain it! I saw her, but it wasn't her. And I saw her over and over again, but they still weren't the same girl that's sitting at the table right now."
Caroline shook her head. "Bonnie you're not making any sense!"
"Look, I know what I saw!" She snapped, rubbing her head. "I just can't interpret it..."
We all looked at each other worriedly before deciding to head back outside to try and find out the truth.
"No I'm not, but you're a vampire!"
Caroline gasped, and I couldn't help but stare at Samara. "You told her?" Caroline shrieked.
"I didn't tell her anything, she already knew!" Stefan said quickly.
I watched Samara, who's eyes very quickly went from Stefan to Caroline.
"You're a vampire to." She said, her face turning even whiter.
"How the hell does she know this?" Bonnie said loudly.
Samara's eyes drifted to the side briefly, as if she were listening to someone, before they snapped right back to Bonnie. "Salem witch."
I walked slowly over to her, noticing that she was scared and surrounded by strangers. "Samara, how do you know this?"
Her eyes locked onto mine as she whispered. "Doppelgänger..."
"Oh my god!" I knelt down to her, Stefan by my side in an instant helping to roll her onto her front. "Stefan what happened?"
"I- I'm not sure. She looks like someone from my past."
I turned my head towards him. "What, another doppelgänger?"
He nodded. "She's not a vampire, that's for sure. We have to get her away from here."
"Yeah." I agreed. "We'll take her to the boarding house."
Stefan was about to speak, but froze. "Stefan? Stefan what is it?"
"Damon."
I frowned, looking back at my two friends for a moment before my gaze went back to my boyfriend. "What? What about Damon?"
Stefan looked down at Samara, a strange look in his eye. "She wasn't just in my past, she was in his to."
"Stefan, who was she? How was she in your past?"
Stefan continued to stare at her, and I knew he was remembering his time with the girl that he thought to be dead.
