*&*&* Before you get into this chapter let me give you a little insight on how this story will go. Every girl will get a chapter where is almost primarily focus on her. All the men will be involved in this story as well it will just take a couple chapters for them to appear. With that out of the way I hope everyone enjoys. Read and review please.

Caroline

The feeling of the ankle monitor still remained on Caroline's now bare ankle as she crossed one foot over the other her leg brushing against her mother who looked over at her with a soft smile. Caroline turned her head to look out the window not returning the smile. And why should she?

They were shipping her off, to someplace called New Beginnings. Her father had assured her that's what she needed. To get away from her friends, to ship her off at the beginning of summer. The summer before she became a senior. This was supposed to be the best summer of her life, she didn't know that by stealing Tyler's uncle brand new sports car she would be on the flight to Mystic Falls Virginia. Because seriously who had ever heard of Mystic Falls Virginia?

The feeling of betrayal she felt from her parents was one that wouldn't go away. They hadn't even stood up for her in court when the recommendations of what should happen to her were said. And when the recommendation of her going to a group facilitated home had been mentioned her parents had agreed.

"We will do whatever it takes to help you Caroline, but we can't keep bailing you out of these situations." Her father had said as he drove her home that day from the courthouse.

Brochures for the hell she was going too had come in the mail and her parents had tried to get her to look at it with them. They told her it was beautiful and she was going to love it there whether she thought she was going to or not. All she knew at that moment as the fasten seatbelt light came on was she was just getting out of one prison to go to the next.

Getting off the plane Caroline wanted to seize the moment and run as far away as she could. But she didn't know where she could go. The final steps of hers as she saw a woman holding a sign with her name were like two huge blows in her face of reality. The red haired woman searched through the crowd and Caroline felt her mother put her hand gently but firmly on her back making her continuing to walk forward.

"You must be Rose," Her mother said and the red haired lady smiled at her brightly.

"And you must be Mrs. Forbes and Caroline, it's good to see you. I trust you had a good flight?" She asked and her eyes flashed over Caroline for a minute before turning back to her mother.

"We did," she answered and looked to Caroline to say something but she wouldn't as her eyes stared defiantly straight ahead.

"Well we're just waiting for one more girl to arrive and then we are going to drive back to the house where you will get to meet everyone and have a tour while Caroline gets settled in." She said and Caroline tuned them out as they continued their small talk her eyes searching around the airport. Once she got bored with that she chipped off the remaining nail polish she had on her nails to keep herself busy only glancing up when she heard a woman with a British Accent exclaim loudly.

"Where the hell am I?" When she looked up she saw a nice looking older couple dressed in what seemed like extremely expensive clothing standing next to a very pretty blonde girl with a pissed off expression on her face.

"Rebekah!" The woman next to her exclaimed and the woman named Rose looked momentarily lost for words.

"Hi you must be the Mikaelson's, I'm Rose we spoke over the phone." She said and held out her hand to the couple.

"Nice to meet you, this is our daughter Rebekah." The young blonde scowled and rolled her eyes which then landed on Caroline.

"Should we get going?" Rose said and they all turned to go Caroline's mother making sure to keep her close at her side. When they approached the front of the airport they waited for valet to bring the vehicle up and a large black van with dark tinted windows in the back pulled up.

"You want us to get into your rape van?" Rebekah asked sounding appalled by the idea which made Caroline's face turn up in a small smile.

"Why yes I do." Rose said and they all climbed in Caroline and her mom taking the back seat while the Mikaelson's sat in the front ones.

The drive felt like it took forever, especially with nothing to look at except for open fields as they drove further and further into the country. It wasn't until she saw an extremely large home lying in the far distance that she perked up in her seat. Maybe it was the dark gloomy sky's that made Caroline's skin pop up with goose bumps from the sight of the house as they drove up the long driveway.

"The home was built in the late 1800's by Miss. Randall's Great grandfather, it's been kept in the family ever since. It was about fifteen years ago that Miss. Randall decided to accept young girls into her home to help establish and brighten their futures." Rose said sounding like she had that information drilled into her head as she turned the engine off to the van. Caroline watched as the overly large front doors opened and a woman in a long very simple black dress walked out and stood with her hands folded in front of her. As they all piled out of the van the woman made no attempt to approach them.

As they got closer she watched as the woman's eyes drank them all in. The facial expression she was wearing was one of disapproval as her eyes ran over them. And it was her steel cold grey eyes that made Caroline shiver as they approached the bottom steps and stopped as she towered over them from the top steps.

"Welcome," The woman said and a slow smile briefly spread on her lips like it was the most unnatural thing in the world to her. "I am Miss. Randall and this is my home, you must be Caroline Forbes and Rebekah Mikaelson am I right?" She asked and Caroline nodded her head quickly while Rebekah remained still.

"You will speak when spoken too," She said calmly but her voice was dripping with ice.

"Yes," Caroline said quickly not ever wanting to cross this lady. Again Rebekah said nothing and her mother nudged her gently.

"Bekah," She said and Caroline tilted her head realizing her mother had no accent like she did.

"Forgive my daughter Miss. Randall I know it is not her intention to be rude am I right Rebekah." Her father said and his accent matched his daughters.

"Never mind that Mr. Mikaelson I assure you it will be a habit she is long broken of by the time she leaves here." She said her tone now much different as she addressed the parents. "Why don't you all come inside so I can show you where your daughters will be residing while they stay here and give you the tour of the house." As they all followed her inside Caroline felt herself reach for her mother needing her no matter how mad she still was at her.

"You have a beautiful home Miss. Randall." Rebekah's mother said as they made their way into the foyer. Caroline couldn't agree with her on that, yes the home was grand and she wondered how long it had taken to build. But it gave her the creeps, like something you would see in a horror movie where a crazed killer lived.

"Thank you it has been in my family for over a hundred years, I take great pride in it." She said and glanced back quickly as she led them further into the house.

"And how many girls do you already have here?" Caroline's mom asked as they began to descend up a long winding staircase.

"I have four currently, now six with Caroline and Rebekah. Two more are set to arrive this afternoon, so by the end of today we will have eight. I'm set up with staff and rooms where I can house up to ten girls at one time here; there are two girls to every room when we have a full house like we do now. Caroline and Rebekah will be sharing a room with each other at the end of hall down here." She said and led them down a large hallway. She paused at a door at the end of the hallway and pushed it open. The room was plain with two twin beds on opposite sides of the room. Each with a nightstand at the head of the beds and two simple wooden dressers were at the end of the beds and that concluded all there was to look at.

"Where am I supposed to put all my clothes?" Rebekah said whining turning to her mother who gently patted her arm.

"I have one of the grounds keepers bringing up your luggage," Miss Randall said ignoring her question. "Now while the girls get comfortable, why don't we go downstairs to my office and go over the paperwork I have for you to sign." Caroline felt a desperate need to grab onto her mother as she walked out of the room but decided not to as Rebekah's eyes flashed over her. When they were left alone and the voices of their parents faded down the hallway Caroline looked around the room and she felt the hot burning of tears threatening to make their escape down her cheeks.

"Well this is a crap full of shit if I've ever seen one," She said and flopped down on the bed by her and groaned. "I can feel the springs in this thing, how the hell do they expect me to sleep on this?" She cried and Caroline looked away from the girl she was now dreading to share a room with.

"Do you talk?" Rebekah said scoffing at the still silent Caroline.

"Of course I talk." She snapped and the blonde gave her a small smile.

"So why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Caroline challenged back and watched her shrug her shoulders. "Are you even from the united states?" She asked and watched the girl laugh.

"Would I be here if I wasn't?"

"But you have an accent."

"That's what you get when your parents ship you off to boarding school as soon as you can walk." Caroline went to the bed across from her and sat down feeling the springs threw the worn down mattress and grimaced.

"Oh," She answered and Rebekah sighed loudly.

"So what do you think the deal is with that lady?" She asked.

"Who Miss. Randall?" Rebekah nodded and Caroline shook her head. "She seems a little intense doesn't she?"

"Like she hasn't been laid in a millennium or something," Caroline smiled and glanced to the door.

"I wonder what the other girls are like?" She said wondering aloud and Rebekah rolled her eyes.

"I don't, I despise females."

"But you're a female."

"Exactly I know how bitchy and sneaky we can be." Caroline shook her head.

"Maybe they'll be nice." She said hoping they would be and have a nicer personality then the girl she was currently going to be sharing a room with.

"I don't think nice girls come here, what's your name Carol?" She asked and Caroline stared at her for a long moment before she answered.

"It's Caroline,"

"Oh," there was a knock on the door and both girls looked up to see two young men standing in the doorway holding their suitcases. Caroline's eyes looked them over one with raven black hair and startling blue eyes, and the other with brown and pretty green eyes looked back at them. They were so good looking it almost didn't seem fair to Caroline.

"We have your bags," The one with black hair said and brought Caroline's two suitcases in the room setting them down. She watched as the one with brown hair set another two down before they each brought one more in. Caroline resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Rebekah's obscene amount of luggage.

"Who are you guys?" Rebekah said perking up looking over the boys with a devilish smile displayed on her lips. The one with the black hair gave a small smirk before he ignored her and walked out of the room. The one with the brown hair followed after him and looked back quickly at the two of them before disappearing. Rebekah turned to look at Caroline and gave her an excited smile. "Maybe it won't be so bad here after all."

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The goodbye to her mother was harder than she expected even as she tried to play it off like it wasn't. When she watched the doors close behind her and she was no longer in sight she felt her chest heave up and down and noted Rebekah seemed to be having a difficult time with it too. It was late in the afternoon, the other girls had arrived a few hours ago and only the pretty brunette with red streaked through her hair had someone accompany her here. A younger man who Caroline assumed was her brother, and she had watched the girl cling to him before he walked out of the doors with her mother.

Caroline had studied the other two girls who had arrived both earlier than they were expected to. The one with the older brother, her eyes made Caroline feel very sad as she looked into them. She was frighteningly beautiful, they both were. The other girl was small and petite her black hair cut into a tasteful cut right above her shoulders. The color of her skin was beautiful and Caroline was reminded of a mocha frappe she liked to get at a local coffee shop back home. But it was her bright green eyes, that made the girl really stand out.

"Girls follow me," Miss Randall said and the four of them followed her quick strides to her office where four wooden chairs were placed in a half circle with one chair facing them. "Sit," She ordered and they all quickly did and she stood instead of sat in the chair that was clearly meant for her.

"I have read all of your files, very thoroughly I might add. Let me start off ladies by saying that the behavior you exhibited at home will not be accepted here in my home. I have rules that I expect each and every one of you to follow, if not you will be met with the right punishment for whichever rule you break. Now here is a list of rules I would like for each of you to read going around the group." She handed each of them two pages stapled together. "Caroline you will begin."

"Rule number one, you will always be neat and presentable when you are outside of your rooms. Your clothes will be clean, your hair brushed, and proper hygiene will be enforced." Caroline said finding the rule reasonable enough. She looked over at Rebekah who was next to her waiting for her to read the next rule.

"Number two," She began. " Each girl will be allowed to pick out the appropriate amount of clothing. She will be allowed five pair of jeans, and two pair of shorts that must be past fingertips. She will be allowed seven shirts, and two tank tops which must never be worn outside of the room unless covered by said T-shirt. Three bras and seven pair of undergarments and socks will be allowed to each girl as well as two pairs of pajamas. All clothes must be approved by Miss. Randall herself." Caroline waited for Rebekah's smart comment but she said nothing as she shot daggers through her eyes at Miss. Randall who sneered at her.

"Number three, there is no use of profanity while residing under Miss. Randall's home. If caught consequences will be enforced by Miss Randall's decision." The girl Elena read.

"Number four, drugs, neither tobacco nor alcohol will ever be allowed on this property. If a girl is caught with any of these illegal substances consequences will be enforced by Miss Randall's decision." Bonnie said and looked around the room quickly before looking back down.

"Number five, you will attend group twice a day once in the morning and once at night led by Miss. Randall. The only way you will be excused is if you are ill, in which case you will be permitted to stay in your room."

"Number six, you will wake up every day at six thirty a.m. and do your daily hygiene before coming down to breakfast at 7 a.m. sharp."

"Number seven, you will do your daily chores as so listed in the hallway outside the dining area morning and night."

"Number eight, you will attend school after group each morning until three and do all the required studies or homework the teacher assigns."

"Number nine, once girls have earned their privileges they will be permitted one fifteen minute phone call a week as well as one visit every other Sunday." Caroline looked up. "When do we earn our privileges?"

"Continue reading Rebekah," Miss Randall said ignoring Caroline.

"Number ten, you will earn your privileges after a probation period of 30 days for phone calls and 60 day probation period for visits. Are you kidding me?" Rebekah asked which Miss Randall ignored again and looked at Elena.

"Number eleven, from the times of seven and nine p.m. you will be permitted to have free time and lights out will be promptly at nine forty five. During which said time all hygiene, chores, and homework must be completed."

"Number twelve, you will always address the staff with respect or consequences will be enforced by Miss. Randall's decision."

"Any questions?" Miss Randall asked as we came to the end of the list. They all shook our heads and she sat down in the chair folding one leg over the other as she looked at every girl carefully. "There are some rules I have not listed on those sheets but I trust you will all remember them as I tell you. My sons reside in the back of this house as well as two groundskeepers who come here daily to keep up on the maintenance. You will treat them all with respect as well as not being forward with them as I will assure you they will inform me if you do. I have three sons only two of them live here at the moment. They are Kol and Finn and they help out with the staff duties with myself and Miss Rose. I expect for you ladies to remember you are guests in my home. As well as treating each other with respect while you are staying here. There will not be allowed making friends while you stay here. You are not here to make friends, although I do expect for you to interact with each other while staying here. Poistive friendship will not be frowned upon as long as it is to help push the other to do better with the program they are following. Do I make myself clear?" All the girls nodded again. "And you will speak when spoken to."

"Yes," They all said in unison and she gave them a tight smile.

"Now dinner is being served in the dining room, you can all go and get acquainted with the other girls before we begin group therapy at six pm sharp." She said and stood up from her chair. Caroline followed the other girls out of the room as they all made their way to the dining hall together. They all stopped before they entered seeing three other girls already sitting at the table through the glass French doors.

"Think they have cake?" Rebekah asked and Caroline shook her head.

"I doubt it," and she noted the sad far away look take place in the girls eyes. "Why?"

"It's my birthday," She said and Caroline exchanged looks with both Bonnie and Elena.

"I'm sorry," She said not knowing what else to say and they all seemed to take a big breath as they walked into the dining room to eat what she could only hope was better food than the woman who ran the place she now had to call home.