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Isadora woke up at 6 in the morning, just as she always would. She found comfort in going out and taking a few minutes to herself in the forest every morning. As soon as she was dressed, she gave a few seconds of attention to a picture which had been taped onto her vanity, a smile forming on her face. Putting her earphones on, she exited the room, trotted down the steps, and made her way out as quietly as she could so as to not wake anyone up.

This was all part of Isadora's routine– a routine which made her remember that she was alive and well. It was a routine that made sure that she kept on finding some normalcy in a world where her cousin and boyfriend were vampires while one of her best friends was a witch. It has been so overwhelming for her, the adrenaline rush through her veins as new things popped into her life. But it was like even though she was human, she was meant to be living this life.

As soon as she got to the middle of the forest, she did her usual stretches, taking in as much fresh air as she could. With everything she had to do, she had to make sure that she was conditioned for it. It was as if nature was charging her up every morning.

As soon as she got back home, she couldn't help but sigh at the first words she heard from her cousin.

"You know there's pretending to be a mother and then there's reality. Let's not push our luck, okay?" Caroline's words echoed through the house before she went upstairs, probably to wait for Isadora to get ready.

Isadora lived with her aunt, Sheriff Elizabeth Forbes, along with her cousin, Caroline. She had spent most of her childhood with them, especially after the death of her parents. With it came the fights between her aunt and cousin. It has been a routine in their household that Isadora would be the mediator between the two, despite being the youngest.

Liz turned around to see her niece by the front door, giving a strained smile as she welcomed the young girl.

"Everything okay, Tante?" Isadora asked with a small smile as she made her way to the kitchen.

Tante. As a child, it was one of the first German words her father taught her, having it stick to her even as she has grown older. For 8 years, she had grown up with the language as her parents encouraged her to learn as much as she could. And despite not using it as much as she used to, it did stick to her. She grew up calling Liz Tante, and the older woman didn't mind.

"As okay as it could be, Pixie," Liz responded as she placed the boxes down to follow her niece.

Pixie. That was the nickname given to her by her father when she was younger; a nickname that stuck for their whole family, and even a few of her childhood friends. Her size as well as her playful and mischievous attitude gave her a nickname that would probably be the closest she would ever be to being supernatural. Not that she minded being human. If anything, she was satisfied.

"You know how Care is, Tante," Isadora said with a sad smile as she brought out a small jar of peanut butter and banana overnight oats from the fridge. "I know you've been working really hard for the both of us. And I know deep down, Caroline also sees that."

Liz smiles at her niece's encouraging words before asking in a joking manner, "Is there a manual on how to take care of a teenager?"

"I'll let you know when I have one published," Isadora joked back before making her way back to her room with her breakfast to prepare for her day at the public park.