Bella.
Monday...... don't you ever wish that you could throw an alarm clock at a wall...... Monday mornings are a constant source of frustration for me.
At school we finish at three o'clock. You can just feel the annoyance.
It is 6:30am. I got up and had a shower graving the cloths I had set out the night before for today. I then grab my bag and walk out into the kitchen and prepare breakfast for my kids.
I made their favourites. Bacon and egg with a side of pancakes with blood ice cream. This way they won't stain their cloths or skin with blood. I also made orange juice freshly squeezed with blood tuning threw.
Stefan.
I woke up to the smell of my mothers cooking. It smelled absolutely mouth watering. I haven't had a meal that my mother had prepared in so long. I already did knew Damon was still sleeping and he will be asleep until 7:30am.
He always sleeps in that late where as me I wake up at 7:00am it gives me a hour to get ready spend some time with mum eat breakfast and get to school before first bell.
It has been along first week of school with my family together again.
Damon.
I can not believe my mother is cooking us breakfast. I surf down the bannister, run through the hallway at vampire speed, passing Stefan and sit at the table next to my mother as her puts a plat full of food infront of me and a glass full of blood orange juice. When Stefan walks in she does the same.
I stuff a whole pancake in my mouth and moan. The cooking is even better than I remember. The orange juice and ice cream are delicious. I've already had seconds and thirds while Stefan is still on his first plate.
Jasper.
I haven't seen bells since the day after last but I know she is probably just letting off some steam. I never knew that my mate would be in such distress by being this close to me.
I never thought that I would have to share ether. But I'm glad bells is my mate I'm glad that I have her and I'm glad she is mine and the others. Their great guys and they had it rough especially with the parents that they have had.
Kol.
My heart doesn't want us. I understand that my mother and father had done some ghastly stuff to her but why blame us.
We have searched for her for eons only to fine nothing not even a trace of her. Looking at klaus he is distraught even If he doesn't show it. He is plagued
