Juliet Gilbert lost more than her parents that May night. She lost her brother to drugs and her best friend to her sort-of boyfriend. All she had left was her sister, aunt, and her sister's friends. Then came September. Stefan Salvatore showed up in...
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"J, washroom's open."
"K, thanks 'Lena."
I can do this.
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"Toast. I can make toast." Jenna offered.
"It's all about the coffee aunt Jenna." Elena said pouring herself a cup.
"Is there coffee?" Jeremy asked before taking Elena's.
"It's your first day of school and I am totally unprepared. Lunch money?" Jer and I took some but Elena shook her head.
"Anything else? A number two pencil?" Jenna joked. "What am I missing?"
"Don't you have a big presentation today?" Elena asked.
"I'm meeting with my thesis adviser at-now. Crap!" Jenna replied, pulling her hair down.
"Then go. We'll be fine." I consoled her.
"You're an angel, you know that?" She told me before running off. I smiled at her compliment.
"You okay?"
"Don't start." Jer scoffed at Elena.
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"So Grams is telling me I'm psychic. Our ancestors were from Salem, which isn't all that, I know, crazy, but she's going on and on about it, and I'm like, put this woman in a home already! But then I started thinking, I predicted Obama and I predicted Heath Ledger, and I still think Florida will break off and turn into little resort islands. Elena! Juliet! Back in the car." Bonnie rambled.
Elena and I were both in the car the night our parents drove off Wickery Bridge. I somehow managed to get out, but the minute I got to land I blacked out. When I woke up, we- Elena and I- were in hospital beds being told our parents didn't make it.
"We did it again didn't we?" Elena asked.
"We- We're sorry Bonnie. You were telling us that..." I continued.
"That I'm psychic now." Bonnie stated proudly.
"Right."
"Okay, then predict something. About us." Elena challenged.
