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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 — 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
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Nathalie Bennett'sblack Camaro was burning up the road, windows rolled down and the blasting music turned up to a car-rattling level.
She passed the sign saying "Welcome to Mystic Falls" and like by a command she recalled having a picnic with her little sister near that sign.
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Seven years old Nathalie was sitting on a white and red checked blanket, taking out from a basket with two sandwiches, two apples, two glasses, and a bottle of orange juice.
The day was sunny. A cool breeze was blowing from the north, which was quite unusual for the middle of July. The girl observed as the freshly cut glass danced because of the slight wind. She glanced over to her wrist where her watch was. She hadn't realized the time passed so quickly.
"Bonnie! Come for lunch, Bonnie!", Nathalie shouted towards the woods. A little figure escaped the hug of the charming forest. As it came closer, Nathalie recognized it.
Five years old Bonnie Bennett approached her big sister and sat on the blanket next to her, trying to hide her scratched knees under her skirt.
"So wha' do we have here?", Bonnie inquired and flashed Nathalie a big smile that showed all the holes from fallen teeth which made it hard for the little girl to talk properly.
"Sandwiches.", Nathalie replied. "Which do you prefer - ham and cheese or egg and lettuce?"
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Nathalie smiled softly. God, she really missed her little sister! After all, it was one of the many reasons Nat was coming home.
Two days ago she received a remarkably strange voicemail from her beloved sister. She listened to it a great number of times, trying to figure it out, so she practically memorized it.
"Erm..., Nathalie, hi. It's-it's Bonnie. Sorry I haven't, umm, called in awhile. I got some things, oh well, problems to take care of. And I ... well, I got myself into a big mess and there's a lot of trouble and, erm... So I was wondering if you could drag your lovely ass to Mystic Falls and help your lil' sis? Please say yes. Bye-bye!"
Nathalie knew her younger sister very well, so when she says she's in trouble, the 'big sister help' is highly required. So Nat packed a few bags and took off to her birth town.
She stopped the Camaro in front of the infamous Mystic Grill and got out of the car. Her heels clicked against the ground and now all the passers-bys' attention was on her. The girl stretched. You know, driving in jeans isn't the most comfortable thing in the world. She made her way to the Grill.
