Hope Mikaelson. Thats the name she was given at birth. But, it's not the name she goes by now. The Mikaelson's got Bonnie Bennet to put a spell on Hope so that their enemies couldn't find her, as she goes off with Rebekah, safe from the enemies tha...
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"Welcome to the panic room, Where all your darkest fears are gonna come for you, Come for you, come for you, Welcome to the panic room, You'll know I wasn't joking When you see them too, see them too" "Panic Room" by Au/Ru
|| 3rd Person Point of View ||
Hope lies in bed, staring at the stars on her ceiling, just waiting for her alarm clock to go off. Sleep hasn't come easily to Hope since everything that happened, but at least before today it was while on Winter Break - but now, offically, it's back to school for the second semester of the year. And while she questions everything she knows, her alarm finally blares, and her hand quickly goes to shut it off. She quickly gets up and goes to the bathroom, hopeing that a shower would cure her of all her ailments. But instead, it just uncovered the bags under her eyes and the cuts along her body. But luckily, some clothes and make-up should help cover them up. A few dabs here and there, fixing her hair, and she's just a normal teenage girl. Deciding to wear some baggy clothes instead of using make-up to cover everything up, she wears an old Mystic Falls hoodie and some jeans - nothing happened and she's okay. She's a normal teenage girl.
"Are you ready?" Hope grabs her apple, Stefanie standing up from the chair and quickly heading outside. Following the same route as always, Stefanie immedately rushes out of the car and into the school, Hope slowly following after her.
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The biggest accomplishment of the day is avoiding the group that saved her - granted, to anyone else it would sound so mean and bitchy, but she has her reasons... Those being that she doesn't want to see any reminders or talk about what happened. Denial and avoiding is the best way to be happy.
"Hey!" A voice makes Hope jump out of her skin, a chocolate to honey ombre haired girl sitting down next to her. Before Hope can reply, she'd swung her backpack onto the table and started to dig through it, pulling a few binders out. "So, I wanted to talk to you about the homework for math, because Lydia's notes don't make sense at all." She rants, opening up her math book.
"...I'm sorry, have we meet before?"
"Yep! I'm Malia, but-"
"Malia! We need you over here- Now." Stiles cuts her off, rushing over from their table and grabbing Malia's arm. She protests, but he just shoves her binders and books back into her backpack and pulls her over to another table - more specifcally the table that the group is sitting at.
