His name is Damon.

Mystic Falls, VA

I really hate this feeling of coming to a new town. Ugh, it just sends shivers down my spine. I am pretty shy usually, and I get embarrassed easily, so it should be fun being the newbie. At least it isn’t like going to a new school…just a new town. Yep, here we are, me and my recently divorced dad, moving into our new home in Mystic Falls, Virginia at the end of May.  The town actually seems pretty darn cool. It’s like an old Victorian-seeming town or something and I love that stuff. Our house is really nice too. It’s a pleasant little place several minutes outside town, kind of by itself next to some woods. That’s how it was where we used to live, when we lived in Vincennes, Indiana. Why did we move here? Well my dad was offered a better position at the Toyota Dealership about thirty miles from here in Fredericksburg and since he just got divorced, he kind of wanted to start new. We kind of fell in love with Mystic Falls, so we stayed here instead of moving to F-burg. I moved with my dad because it would be like a new adventure for me. Also, because my mom’s apartment was small. Dad also makes a lot more so it would be easier for him to provide for me. I really do miss my mom and my family and friends. I’m a little over 8 hours from what I used to call home.

“I’m hungry, are you?” Dad asked setting down a box of dishes.

“Yes!”

“I say we go find somewhere to eat and finish this later.”

“Sweet! Let’s do it!”

We hopped into dad’s red Chevy and headed into town. Driving by and gawking, dad spotted the “Mystic Grill. It looks pretty popular. Wanna try here?”

I agreed and we pulled into a parking spot. The grill had a very home-y feel. There was a fireplace and bar, and a couple of pool tables. We picked a booth and checked the place out.

“Hey, how are you guys doing tonight?” The blonde boy sat two menus down. He was attractive with really blue eyes. I smiled, looking at his name tag: Matt. Dad commented, “Yeah we just moved to town and this place looked pretty popular so we decided to check it out.”

“Oh yeah? Where you guys from?” Matt asked.

“Vincennes, Indiana,” dad says, “the oldest town in Indiana.”

“So are you going to Mystic College?” Matt asked me.

“Not yet,” I said.

“Hah, me either, well I’m Matt.” He held out his hand.

“Noelle,” I responded shaking it.

He did the same with my dad before asking us for our drink preference. He seemed nice. “Alright, well I’ll give you a bit to look over the menu and I’ll be back with your drinks.”

“Ooh la la,” Dad smarted off. I told him to shut up and I probably blushed.