Whenever I read books or watch some movies or tv shows, I always say that the MC should have done it differently then whatever they faced would've end better for them. However, that's only my opinion.
Stories, mangas and fics these days always feat...
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PRESENT AGES: Bonnie, Tyler & Matt - 8 ; Elena & Caroline - 9 ; Vicki -10 ; Jeremy - 7
Fire, it's like this crazy force of nature, you know? It can keep you toasty or straight-up incinerate everything in its path. But here's the deal with fire – it's loaded with all these different meanings and vibes, and over time, it's symbolized all kinds of things. Personally, I'm all about the chaos, passion, transformation, and renewal vibes it gives off. Fire, to me, it's like my own fresh start in this new chapter of life, you get me? It's a constant reminder that things are shifting from what they were supposed to be.
Just like how I've already made some changes, like my mom not splitting, and getting involved in my friends' lives, the clinic fire wasn't really a big deal. But when that bridge went up in flames? That was a game-changer 'cause that's where the Gilberts met their end. It's the epicenter of all the craziness and drama in the show. That's why my determination to shape my future as Bonnie is fierce, and I'm avoiding that typical Bonnie path. I want to be just like that fire I'm so fond of – unstoppable, burning down anything that stands in my way as I chase my dreams and goals.
Anyway, the bridge, well, just like that 'clinic incident' the other day, it's become the talk of the town. Got the gossip mill churning, you know? According to what Caroline told me over the phone, the bridge was on fire all night and only died down this morning. But that's just how I planned it, I wanted that fire to rage until there wasn't even a speck of ash left. No room for any loose ends.
I played it cool, just like I always do, during my chat with Caroline. I casually brought up any hot gossip she'd heard, acting as if I had absolutely nothing to do with those recent fires. After the call, I carried on with my regular Sunday routine, spending quality time with Mom and Dad. I also worked on improving my shooting and dagger-throwing skills down in our secret bunker. Later, I helped Grams tend to her garden – you know, the one with all those unique plants for brewing potions and, of course, growing vervain.
While I was helping Grams clean her gardening tools, it suddenly hit me. 'Whoa, hold up, I think I forgot something.' I mentally ran through my plans. 'I was supposed to hang out with Caroline, the Donovan siblings, and Jeremy at the Lockwoods in the afternoon. I also needed to bug Mason for more stories... and, oh yeah, meet up with Enzo.' I playfully smacked my forehead, and Grams looked at me curiously before just shrugging it off. She probably figured I'd spaced on something, which I definitely did. How could I forget Enzo? Kind of embarrassing. Goes to show, even though I've been reborn as a kid, my grown-up brain can still be forgetful.
You know, Enzo's been a real champ, putting up with an 8-year-old's whims and all. I mean, sure, I did save him from all those awful years of torture, but still... I feel like I should give something back. And then it hit me – a Bag of Holding would be just perfect! He's been super curious about mine, after all. My dad got a whole bunch of those bags for me to work my magic on, so I figure I'll just casually ask him if it's cool to share one with my "new friend." I already see Enzo as a friend, even if I haven't said it out loud yet. As I finished helping Grams store the gardening tools in the shed, I couldn't help but wonder where Dad was right now. Time to go hunt him down and float the idea by him.
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