School is different. Posh teens flashing designer labels are replaced with jeans and sneakers. Laptops, iPads, and tablets are pushed aside for textbooks, copybooks, and pencils. The only saving grace is that cellphones are not band. This was going to take some getting use to.
When you're the new kid in a small town everybody knows. Its like they're the hunter and you are the pray.
Elena is true to her word and labels herself my eyes and ears. She's being nice. "This is where we usually meet before class. Here we have Stephan, Tyler, Matt and Bonnie." The little group gave a wave as they were introduced by Elena.
"And who is this?" A voice from behind us asked. Its easy to detect the confidence in his voice.
"Damon, this is Caroline Forbes. She just moved her from L.A." It wasn't hard to miss the way Elena lights up at Damon's arrival. Of course she also reacted that way to Stephan.
"Ah Bill's long last daughter." A smirk quickly grew on Damon's face. He was proud of his own wit. With one discouraging look from Elena Damon's bravado quickly fades. "What Blondie knows that I don't mean anything." Damon tries to quickly cover.
"I prefer Caroline actually." Never one to back down from a fight Caroline holds her ground. It's not hard to figure out the social order, and that Damon Salvatore is the king.
"Feisty. I like her. Lucky I am saved from any further contact by the bell, literally.
"Come Caroline we have homeroom together." Elena tugs on my arm as we make our way to the classroom. Homeroom consist of thirty students with names that range from D to F.
"Ric, this is Caroline." Elena introduces me to who I assume is the teacher.
"Oh yes the transfer." Ric or Alaric Slatzman barely looks up from his paperwork to greet me. The color visually drains from his face as he meets my eye. "Izzy?" He is barely able to get out above a interaction does not go unnoticed by the rest of the class. They remain deathly quiet as they watch the pair.
This is by far the oddest introduction ever. The unsuriety is evident in my voice as I manage a weak response. "Ummm, my name is Caroline."
Alaric snaps out of his shock fairly quickly, and the class seems to have moved on as well. "Yes, sorry. We seem to be filled to capacity. Maintaince is on their way with a desk from storage." A janitor arrives a short while late, and Ric wasn't kidding when he said the desk had been in storage.
I'm not paying to the morning announcements like everyone else. With finally having a place to settle I get to work organizing my planner. I am just about to start when something catches my eye. There written on the desk is the name Izzy.
I hate lockers. I always have, and the hate me equally back. Just like my desk I am convinced that my lockers is equally as old. "Having trouble there?" It's Ric.
"This stupid thing is broken." I hate my locker for good measure i give a swift kick.
Ric actually laughes. "Its not broken; you just have to know the trick." Ric gets to work showing me how to lift and turn the lock at the same time. His trick works.
"Hey, how did you know how to do that?"
"This locker belonged to a friend of mine. I went to high school here too. You see that sticker right there? Its from an old boy band." I look where he is pointing and I can vaguely recognize who he is talking about. "Anyway she was obsessed with them. This locker was littered with their pictures. You know its kind of strange. You sitting in her seat, and having her locker. I swear when you walked in I thought you were her." Ric shakes his head and laughes at himself. "Anyway you probably have more important and interesting things to do then talk to your homeroom teacher."
I can't help but get an uneasy feeling, almost like a cold is following me.