Sebastian mourned the anniversary of Cassandra's death since waking up that day in the casket. He laid in his bed at the Salvatore School. He knew Lizzie would come in to his room and greet him. Lizzie often had him walk her to her classes.
Sebastian could see Cassandra's face in the frame of his mind. Her scent was much close to a lavender flower. She looked like a dead ringer for Elizabeth only Cassie was much darker in hair color and eye color.
Cassie had long dark strawberry blonde hair that fell close to her bum. She often had her hair curled loosely around him. Her eyes was a beautiful blue almost green color. He was really staring at the ceiling day dreaming of Cassandra. He thought her an on occasion.
The day Lizzie and Sebastian spent in the prison world reminded him of how he and Cassandra spent their time. Cassandra loved Sebastian. She often snuck away from her family to see him.
Sebastian grew sad at the thought of losing her. He could see how she was ripped from limb to limb play in his head like a vinyl record on repeat. His eyes began to tear up when he heard a light knock at the door.
Lizzie awaited outside his door as he wiped his eyes away. "Come in." He sat up quickly. Lizzie came in and shut the door behind her. "You will never believe what Josie told me!" She said. She crossed her arms and then uncrossed them swinging her arms about while pacing. "What is that?" He asked not knowing whether he wanted an answer.
"Josie told me that Penelope is coming back to school. Penelope pig! Penelope the love of Josie's life and I don't want to have to deal with her. How about not today satan." Lizzie explained finally sitting down next to him on his bed.
Sebastian forcefully smiled. He loved when she was annoyed by something. She often liked to over share and over dramatic. She was great to watch. "Elizabeth, I understand your upset." He answered.
Lizzie looked confused. He was never usually this agreeable. "Beyond upset. I'm mortified. She comes here in a couple weeks from this stupid European Witch Only boarding school." She said. Lizzie looked deep into his eyes and noticed him not paying much attention.
Lizzie pressed her lips together firmly. "Is there anything you want to talk about?" She asked. Sebastian had tried to keep smiling yet, his face gave it away. "Nothing for you to worry about, Elizabeth." He answered.
Lizzie stood up. She was wearing her usual uniform that consisted of her black long sleeve top with the logo on the top right of it, her short blue plaid skirt with a pair of black leggings and her pair of crimson doc martins.
Her hair was curly and a bit more blonde than he remembered. Her makeup was done in a minimal fashion.
Lizzie looked at Sebastian as he studied how beautiful she looked. Sebastian licked his lips and placed a hand through his hair. Lizzie blushed. "What?" She said.
Sebastian smiled without forcing it, "I know we must go to class, I much rather study you than any of my courses." He said trying to laugh at his cringe worthy 21st century pick up line.
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I need to go to my mythology class." She said. She left his room quickly. She sat down in the third row close to the center of the class room. She saw her sister, Josie, sit in front of her.
The other students piled in along with the teacher, Mrs. AngelCraft. Mrs. AngelCraft was a nice teacher and often accused of being a push over. She wasn't a bad teacher, she was just too kind.
The kid who was usually sat behind Lizzie looked different. She looked just like Lizzie. Lizzie naturally hated her. She turned around to look at her a couple times. Lizzie thought she was just tired and didn't sleep well. She could have sworn she saw a girl who looked exactly like her. She couldn't understand what was happening.
