Sequel of the bastard child
After the death of Derek hale, Amelia and Liam decided to let the twins and Eli go to the Salvatore boarding school. Which was run by hope Mikaelson.
A new semester. New students. A new beginning. A fresh start for the...
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Walking into aunt hopes office, I sat down on one of the chairs. "I need help."
"How can I help Aza?" She asked. Organizing the bookshelf. That covered half of the wall. Different colors and structure filled the empty space. "I need to make a portrait of someone who inspires me and makes feel like nothing is impossible."
Aunt Hope sat down in front of me. "I say, just pick up a pencil, let your thoughts flow freely and let your hand do its magic." She said softly. I brunched my eyebrows. Nodding. I was a bit confused by what she meant, but I think I could figure it out.
How am I going to do that. I'm an over thinker. I over think every little thing.
Heading to my room. I bump into someone. "Sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." I apologized, helping pick up their books. "It's alright." I hand over her books. "Arroya. Hi."
She giggled. Smiling softly.
"Hi Aza."
"Well I should get going I have a project I have to complete before Monday." She nodded, whispering a small goodbye and walked away.
Closing the door behind me and sat down at my desk. Picking up a pencil, holding it over a paper.
Trying to listen to what aunt Hope told me. It's like my mind decided to go blank for the first time.
I crumbled up the paper and threw it away, grabbing another one.
And another.
And another.
Letting out a loud groan, dropping my head on the desk.
Maybe I should draw uncle Eli or maybe grandpa Rick.
I sit up, admiring the picture frame I had of my family. sketching their head and shoulders.
The picture was taken when me and Jax were four. Mom invited all of the family members for a cookout to celebrate our birthday.
It was my favorite day.
Uncle Eli was six at the time and we had a blast. We were pushing each other into the pool and taking turns down the slide.
The grownups talked about their own plans and what they were going do. Uncle stiles got Jax and I a baseball bat. I still have it. I've only used it once on a boy that was bullying Jaxon in tenth grade. He was lucky that he was a vampire or else he'd have a broken leg, arm and rib for months.
I spent the rest of the month in detention. But it totally worth it.
I laid my pen down. Lifting up the drawing to admire it.
But I didn't draw any of my family members. I drew someone I never thought I would ever think about.
I drew Raven Fucking Johnson.
I even got every detail correctly. The texture of her hair, her eyes, and her lips.
I quickly fold the drawing in half and stashed it in my drawer.
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"So did you finish your project?"
"No."
Not only did I not finished my project but I also drew the one person I hate the most.
Maybe I've gone insane.
It would be the only explanation.
Why else would I draw Raven. Maybe she got a witch to play tricks on my mind.
"Did you try what I said?" Aunt Hope asked.
I nodded. "And?" I look up at her and said. "It was useless." Aunt Hope rolled her eyes. "Are you sure you not over thinking this."
"Can you please just let me come back?" I begged. Aunt Hope simply shook her head, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Crossing my arms and pouting at her.
"Of course I am, you kids don't listen to word I say." She said. Stacking paper together.
"You should really take a vacation. You and uncle August need one." I say. Aunt Hope laughs and smiles.
I'm not wrong. Her and uncle August haven't had a vacation since we started going to school here and that was four years ago.
Aunt Hope was about to speak but was cut off by a student bargaining into the office. "There's a fight happening in the gym!" As soon as the student said those words, aunt Hope ran out. I look at the student staring at me in shock. And got up running after aunt Hope.
As we made it to the gym. A familiar curly haired girl was on top of Jaxon, punching him repeatedly. She was about to throw another punch at Jax, he catches her fist. Throwing her to side. Getting on top of her. Aunt Hope and few other teachers pulled them off each other.
"Both of you in my office, NOW!!"
Arroya stood beside me. "What was that about?" I asked her. The blonde girl looked at me with a guilty expression and lowered her head. "Arroya. What was that about?" I asked her again. She mumbled something.
"Speak up. I cannot understand what you're saying." She exhaled as she looked up.
"It was about you." She whispered loud enough for me to hear.
What did she mean by that? Why on earth would they fight over me? Raven always said things about me and not once did Jaxon fight over that.
I walked away from arroya. Heading to the main office. Aunt Hope yells were heard from the end of the hallway. I tried to listen to what she said. She must have put a spell to block us from eavesdropping.
A furious raven stormed out of the room. She gave me look as she walked past me. A look that I've never seen before. I walk up to Jaxon. "What happened?" He scoffed and ignored me walking away.
