xxxii. life was so much easier when i only cared about myself
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{"You're playing a dangerous game. I hope you don't end up losing."}
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Eleven Years Ago
7-year-old Hope Mikaelson was pulled up at a table in the Salvatore School coloring. It had only been a few weeks since she came to the school. Only a few weeks since she saw her father for what would most likely be the last time, well at least face to face.
Her mother, Hayley Marshall, brought her to this school so she could have somewhat of a normal childhood. One where she didn't have to lie about who she was. Except she still did. Her father was Klaus Mikaelson, the original hybrid, and Hope herself was a Tribrid: a witch, werewolf, and vampire. But nobody could know that. Her mother and the headmaster Alaric said it was the only way to keep her safe. Her father had a lot of enemies. If anyone ever found out who she truly was, she could be in a lot of trouble.
That's one of the reasons Hope didn't have a lot of friends. Or even one for that matter. She didn't like lying to people, hiding who she was. Her sticking to herself was probably for the best. The last thing she wanted was to rope an innocent person into the crazy world of the Mikaelsons.
"What are you drawing?"
Hope looked up startled. In front of her was a girl, younger than her, with light brown hair and light blue eyes. Hope recognized her as the youngest Saltzman triplet, Jennie. Although Hope had seen the young girl around, she had never actually met her. She had met her sisters Josie and Lizzie though. Josie was nice enough, but Lizzie was a mean girl through and through—even if she was only five years old. Hope wondered who Jennie was more like: Josie or Lizzie. She hoped Josie.
"A picture," Hope replied shortly.
Jennie didn't seem dissuaded and instead climbed up on the chair next to Hope and took a look at the image herself. Jennie giggled with excitement. "It's a butterfly! I love butterflies, but why did you color them orange? Orange is such an ugly color."
"I like orange." Hope defended, taking the insult somewhat personally.
"That's unfortunate." Jennie smiled at the redhead. "I'm Jennie by the way."
"I know."
"Yeah, most people do. I guess that's what happens when your dad runs this place. And you're Hope Marshall, right? You're a witch?"
