Hi, my name is Katelyn and I'm a witch. Sounds crazy, right? But believe me, I am. I am 5'5 and I have long chocolate brown hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. I am in fact adopted as well, but not in the normal way. This is how the story goes:
Two witches (the ones who raised me) were walking through the woods when they stumbled upon a pretty large cave. Of course, the decided the go in and check it out. One lady (I call her mom) named Sarah fell into a hole and discovered a baby, a preserved baby, preserved by a preservation spell. Judging by the clothes the baby was wearing, they assumed that she had been preserved for quite some time now. Both women decided to take the child home. Once they had gotten back home Sarah's friend, Eliza, (I call her Aunt Liza) found a spell to break the preservation, bringing the child back to life. Together the women preformed the spell and raised and is still raising the girl.That girl is me. Katelyn James.
Crazy, right? Anyway another day another dollar. Gotta get ready for work. I work at the Mystic Grill with my friend, Matt. I put on my black short shorts, that aren't to short. And a tank top that says Mystic Grill on the front and the menu on the back.
I hopped in my car and started driving to work.
When I got there it was quiet, the lunch rush normally doesn't start for another half hour.
"Hey Matt"
"Hey Katie, how are you?"
"Okay I guess, you?" I replied and asked while putting on my weird waitress apron thingy.
"Yeah same" he smiled at me as I smiled back.
"Hey kiddos" and just like that our smiles dropped from our faces.
"What do you want, Damon?" I asked hoping the world would just swallow him whole right now.
"Come to the boarding house once both your shifts ends, okay" guess I wasn't so lucky.
"I can't I gotta get ready for the dance"
"Get ready at the house then leave from there"
"I don't have my outfit."
"Go pick it up then come straight over."
"Fine"
"Good, Matt any arguments?"
"Nope"
"Good. See ya then sweet cheeks" Damon said, while winking at me.
"Later shithead" I said while walking away.
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The Youngest (TVD/The Originals Fanfic)
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