The neighbour of the Mikaelsons [ON HOLD]

The beginning

--------------------Author's note:
The story starts at the middle of season 3. It won't follow the events of the series, or only some parts of it. I made a few changes, for example the group is one year younger than in the show, so that they can stay in school for the rest of the story :)
Of course I do not own the characters of The Vampire Diaries, but I think you guys knew that anyway.
Sorry about my English.
Hope you enjoy! If you like it please leave a comment, because this is my very first published story and I would be really glad to get any kind if feedback. Thank you :))
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Ugh, I hate long car-rides.

Especially now. We've been on our way for hours, and I had no idea where we were. Actually, I haven't even checked where the town itself was. My parents and my little sister have been all excited back home, my dad showed Mystic Falls on the map, they took a look at the house, first on the internet, and a few weeks ago, they travelled all the way here. Just because my sister wanted to see our house before we move in. I, however, didn't come with them, and didn't take part in making plans either. The reason was pretty simple: every inch of my body hated the fact that we had to leave New York.

I was a little bit different than my family.

They were all happy to finally leave the City.

I was devastated.

I loved living in New York. I loved how huge it was, full of people from all around the world. I loved how you could always discover new things, new places. And of course, all of my friends lived there. I had a lot of them, actually. But the worst part was leaving my boyfriend behind. I won't say he was the love of my life or emotional stuff like that, but we were a perfect couple. He was hot, and cute, and funny, and he had a good taste in wines. That was an important thing for me, since I wasn't exactly ,,daddy's little good girl". To be honest, that was one of the reasons why we ,,had to" move here,to Mom's hometown. That my lifestyle wasn't like my parents wanted it to be. Okay, I admit, sometimes I did cross the line, sometimes I did get too drunk or partied too much or failed a test that was important... But hell, I was a seventeen year-old girl, and I thought it was normal to have a life. Appearently, Mom and Dad didn't agree with me on this.

The other reason was my aunt, Mom's sister, Meredith, who lived here. Mom used to as well, and she was all excited to come ,,home". I wasn't.

These were my thoughts while looking out on the window, watching forests, roads, and houses pass by. A Lana Del Rey album was playing on my IPod, the melancholic tone was in harmony with my feelings. The voice was on the loudest that was possible, but I could still hear the rest of my family talking.

"Are we there yet? Are we at least close?"Daisy kept asking again and again. She could not rest for too long, she has always been hyper-active.

"No, honey, we're not there, but yes, we are pretty close now" My mom said that about the thirtiest time, still patiently.

"Actually, the next town is Mystic Falls" She said a few minutes later with a big smile on her face.

We all knew how much she had always missed this place. And even I couldn't resist smiling when I saw her face. She was so happy. But then I remembered how I felt. Damn, I missed my home.

I sighed, staring out on the window. Trees passed by. Again. A lot of trees. Sometimes, a few houses. Actually, it looked nice.

My mother turned towards the back seats as much as her seatbelt let her.

"Here we are! Isn't it beautiful?"

I looked out on the window and I saw a roadsign on the left, with the name Mystic Falls on it.