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"You know my father?" I ask the blind girl, who I now know as Caroline, as we walk through the halls.

"I don't know him, but I've met him once. I can't believe he has a kid." I smile as she says her last few words. I told Caroline my story because I figured I could use at least one person in this town to live my year with. I usually target one friend that I could get close with, a vampire if there are any.

We finally make our way to our third period class, social studies, and I take a deep breath. This is it. Time to meet my newest peers and teacher. Caroline said that this teacher is connected with the supernatural, and that he has a soft spot for kids stuck in that part of the world.

She pushes the door open, and I follow behind her. We walk in and I see a cute girl sitting behind a really cute guy. I love this school. She takes a seat, but I stay at the front of the classroom waiting for the teacher to realize I'm here.

"You're late, Caroline." He says and everyone chuckles. He then turns his attention from the chalkboard and to the class. He then looks my way and smiles at me. "Hello, I wasn't aware we were getting a new student. What's your name?"

I take a deep breath. This is it. Caroline said she knew my father, so we'll just have to see if my familiar reputation precedes me to these people.

"Erica Mikaelson." I see some of the people in the room basically stop breathing when I speak, and I notice an empty seat. I ignore the teachers silence and make my way to it. Right next to the cute girl.

I sit down and she smiles at me. "I'm Bailey Bennett." I smile back at her.

"You're a Bennett witch? I've met some of your ancestors. You have a strong coven." She gives a light laugh and nods. Mr. Saltzman gives me a hard, studying look, then turns around towards the board. I feel eyes burning into the side of my head, so I turn around and see the cute guy with light brown hair and deep green eyes staring at me. I go to say something, but my attention catches on the person on his other side.

She gives me a hard glare and my breath catches in my throat. It's her. It's really her. The doppelgänger.

I found her!

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