For Rosalie it was another ordinary school day. She didn't know what supernatural drama her classmates had gotten themselves into. So when she slumped down on her chair in her first class of the day, she was tired. Not from fighting evil forces, but because she had waited for the last minute to start her essay due today. She looked around the room while other students were still arriving and realised that their history teacher was still nowhere to be seen. Rosalie didn't like history very much, but having Mr. Saltzman as her teacher definitely helped. He could spark even her interest about some battle or famine that happened 200 years prior.
Rosalie opened her notebook as Mr. Saltzman finally entered the room.
"Good morning class." He stood behind his desk and flicked through the textbook looking unsure. "What are we learning today?"
"With the decade dance tonight, we've been covering the sixties all week." Dana, one of Rosalies closest friends, spoke up.
"Alright..." Mr. Saltzman mumbled, "The sixties."
Rosalie looked up when the class got quiet. Had she missed her name being called? She saw Mr. Saltzman was looking at Elena Gilbert. Rosalie didn't know her well, but everyone knew that her parents both died last year and that Mr. Saltzman was now dating Elena's new legal guardian, her aunt.
"The sixties," Mr. Saltzman repeated this time louder as he started writing on the chalkboard, "I wish there was something good I could say about the sixties. Actually they kind of sucked. Except for the Beatles of course, they made it bearable. Who else was there? The cuban missile thing, we walked on the moon, watergate." He turned back around to face the class as he starts rambling about the decade.
"Watergate was seventies, Ric." Elena's voice spoke up. "Uh, I mean Mr. Saltzman."
"Right." Mr Saltzman says, "It all kind of mushes together. Sixties, Seventies, thank you, Elena. If could now open page 67 of your textbook."
Finally the bell rings and signals the end of class. Students are hurrying get to their next class, except for Rosalie who fished her essay out of her bag. She was the last student in the room and Mr. Saltzman looked at her confused as she walked up to him.
"Here is my essay on the civil rights act. Thank you for the extention, Mr. Saltzman." I handed him the essay and he glanced down at it.
"Alright, thank you, uhh... Rosalie." The teacher smiled. "Can't wait to read this over the weekend. I'll see you at the dance tonight, right?"
"Yes, I'll be there. See you, Mr. Saltzman." Rosalie smiled back at him and left the classroom.
Rosalie didn't realise how much danger she had gotten herself into with this short conversation. But Niklaus Mikaelson who was currently inhabiting the body of the high school teacher was definitely interested in the blonde girl.
The rest of her classes went by slowly. Everybody was talking about only one thing, the decade dance. Rosalie didn't enjoy dances, but her friends did, so she decided to tag along. At lunch she sat down with her friends. Christine and Amber were already there, but Dana still hadn't shown up.
"She's probably making out with Daniel somewhere." Christine muttered when Rosalie asked if anyone had seen her.
"Yuck, I'm eating." Amber laughed. Rosalie rolled her eyes at her friends, but then she spotted Dana on the other side of the cafeteria. She was standing next to Elena Gilbert and her friends.
"Oh there she is," she told her friends and they both turned around. "But why is she talking to Elena Gilbert?" She didn't listen to her friends, just watched Dana as she walked towards their table.
