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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘: 𝗔 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗'𝗦 𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗥
"You're the psychic one"

NYRA DOODLED IN her notebook as Mr. Tanner's voice became nothing but a background sound to her. Today's lesson was on, "The Battle of Willow Creek". Growing up in the town where it happened, it meant that many of the students have grown up with tales of the bloody battle, and that included Nyra Forbes. Her father, Bill, told these stories to herself and Caroline like they were bedtime stories, and Liz Forbes wasn't very fond of their two 5 year-olds hearing stories of men killing other men... and perhaps other... "creatures of the night," as Bill Forbes liked to include.

"... The Battle of Willow Creek took place right at the end of the war in our very own Mystic Falls," Tanner looked around the classroom of bored students. "Does anyone know how many casualties resulted in this battle?"

Not a single hand was raised to answer Mr. Tanner's question. A few students did know the answer, or a number very close to the real number of casualties, but many didn't like being called out for being an idiot if they got the question wrong.

Mr. Tanner hummed in disapproval. "Fine. Miss. Bennett? Care to enlighten us?"

Bonnie looked like a deer caught in headlights as she moved away from Nyra's desk and sat up straight in her chair. The entire class had turned their gaze towards her, and Bonnie gave Mr. Tanner an awkward smile.

"I— Uh... a lot?" She hazarded a guess, which earned a bout of laughter from her classmates. "I'm really not sure, to be honest. But, I bet it's like, a whole lot."

And whilst the class laughed at Bonnie's response, Mr. Tanner wasn't as amused. He stood at the front of the room with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Ms. Bennett. You'd do well to remember that."

Nyra scoffed under her breath at the gall of this man. How he still had a job at this school was a wonder to her.

Mr. Tanner turned to another student. "Mr. Donovan? Would you care to take the opportunity to overcome your embedded jock stereotype?"

Matt instantly shook his head and raised his hands in surrender.

"Nah, Mr. Tanner, I'll gladly pass on that."

Nyra chuckled quietly, finding Matt's words quite amusing. Many of the guys on the football teams weren't the sharpest tools in the box, but Matt was one of the sharpest; the same couldn't be said for Tyler Lockwood.

"Fine," Mr. Tanner looked to Nyra. "Ms. Forbes? Would you like to put us all out of our misery?"

Nyra finally looked up from her sketchbook, raising her eyebrow as her amethyst eyes scanned him up and down with slight disgust.