So, I'm Caroline?

Chapter 7 - Career Day Troubles

Forbes Residence

It was early when I woke up like I always do on my body's school days, however Damon wasn't here this morning and it's career day, oh joy.

Which means he's probably meeting with my body's mom about Vamp Logan, oh yay!

I get up and begin to get ready for the day, I put my hair up in a ponytail, a tank top, a loose sweater, cargo pants(a sharp pointed piece of wood in a bigger pocket) and a pair of combat boots with a knife tucked in it.

I'll have to see if I can fit one stake in my boot as well and I should probably be paying more attention in class instead of only focusing on the homework.

Logan's back right? So like if he comes close just run like hell? No, no, would it hurt him if I kicked him in the balls, I mean he's a vampire so . . ?

Eh, I'll have to ask Damon about that soon I guess.
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Mystic Falls High School

Yay. . Career day. .

Well, If I don't die I intend to live. . . That'll be my career or I'll open a bakery, who would hurt a bakery owner? Ahh, I know : A hungry vampire that has a sweet tooth of course.

No career is safe in TVD Hell/Land.

I walk around the career area and see Mr. Saltzman off to the side watching everyone. I skip over to him happily.

"Mr Ric!" I say with a grin "I'm going to stand by you right now."

He raises an amused eyebrow at me and chuckles "how would your not boyfriend feel about that?" He questions me.

I chuckle and roll my eyes "my not boyfriend would think that you charmed me with your charmingness." I say back jokingly.

He chuckles again. "Shouldn't you be looking around at the careers?" He asks me, his voice a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"I was thinking about owning a bakery, I'm good at baking." I say with a frown, but what if a sweet toothed vampire eats me? Eh, I don't even want to imagine it.

Would I have to make a 'My Blood don't taste sweet' sweater or something?

"Then why don't you?" He asks with a shrug.

I shrug too "what if I'm killed because they think I will taste like pastries?" I ask with a frown. That could be a real problem you know.

His head turns towards mine, head tilted and eyebrow raised "and who would think that?"

I raised a challenging eyebrow to him and then turn away and shrug again "no clue."

"Riggghhhttt." He drawls out in disbelief. "Because random people always decide to drink bakery owners blood." He says sarcastically.

I chuckle and then shrug again with a small smile on my face "Maybe they do?"

"I'm sure." He replies with a small sarcastic laugh before he adds "I think your mom is looking for you." He points towards her standing near one of the booths and I pout.

My poor poor body's mother, what to tell her when she asks my future plans? I walk across the hall towards her.

"Caroline!" Body's Mom says happily "so have you thought about what you want to do after school?"