"It was never a FUCKING FANTASY!"
In which a teen is not who she appears to be.
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Started: 18/06/23
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AS THEIR NEIGHBOURS were still getting their last hour of sleep, the Novan's were packing up their home. Today was moving day.
The coven lived on the border of a small California town, Sausalito. Sausalito was a (lately) rainy town, filled with many brightly coloured homes sitting along the water. The town held roughly 6,995 people, all who were incredibly friendly.
For the past three years, they have lived amongst the kind townspeople. Many of them had become quite close friends of theirs which, in itself, is a pro and a con. Pro: they have someone else to talk with besides themselves. Con: They begin to notice the smaller, more important details. The smaller details that define them as supernatural.
Lately, the children of Sausalito had begun to pick up on their non-existent eating habits. Questioning left and right why they were not eating— they were beginning to run out of excuses.
Soon after the kids, the adults began to pick up on other things.
Why hadn't they matured in the slightest?
Why were their "parents" not aging?
Why were they so strong?
It was becoming too risky. Too much of a liability. The people of Sausalito were bound to figure them out soon so before they could, the Novan's were removing themselves. Moving was their only safe option.
Now as the humans lay peacefully unconscious in their beds, the family remains quiet as they finish packing everything for the move to a small town in Washington, where nothing but heavy clouds roll overhead and the sun is essentially non-existent.
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The sounds of soft snores, and morning bird chirps filled the air as they worked diligently to pack up their belongings. So far every room –excluding the kitchen, family room and library– had been packed into boxes and placed in the vehicles out front. The family planned to make the trip to Forks by car, resulting in a thirteen hour time frame.
"Hey Ange," Vianna called as she walked into the library, a box crawling behind her. "Adds wants to know if there was anything in the kitchen that wasn't coming with us?"
Vianna and Addie had taken to packing up the kitchen while Evangeline worked on the library. Collectively the family had chosen to split up the last few rooms based on how much time one had occupied it. The pair had found it only fair that they took to boxing up the kitchen after having spent almost everyday baking goods, and cooking warm meals for the townspeople who worked late nights in their shops.
