Chapter 8 : So Much For A Normal Day (Ep. 4|Part 1)

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Hope's POV

Dr. Saltzman has asked all of us, students, to gather in the grand hall, where he and Sheriff Matt Donovan are standing at the podium to update us on recent events regarding the disappearance of Dana and Sasha, students from Mystic Falls High school.
"Now, I’ll need a few of you to volunteer to go to Mystic Falls High under the guise of an exchange program meant to improve relations between our schools… Which, unfortunately, is necessary, given recent events. Now, I give you permission to compel them, to gather materials for locator spells, because any information we can get will make a difference." Dr. Saltzman informs us.

Lizzie stands to her feet with a determined look and speaks.
"Well, I guess that I can set aside my differences with Dana for a day… because that is what heroes do. So, I volunteer as tribute."
"She battles one gargoyle, and suddenly she’s Mother Teresa…" I comment. Kaleb then stands to his feet to volunteer. "I’m in." Mg then stands up after Kaleb.
"I’m in, too." In a surprising turn of events, I stand to my feet to volunteer for the trip. I want to experience what it's like to be normal at least for a day.
"I’d like to help."

After the morning meeting, we all go back to our daily tasks. Me and the volunteers are going to MFHS later this morning so I still have little time to train with Dr. Saltzman. After we discussed who was going to the school, I was kind of disappointed that Josie didn't volunteer to help, she always likes to help and after she agreed to be my friend I wanted to spend some time with her, but I guess she's busy with school work. After the meeting, I head back to my room to change for my fight training with Dr. Saltzman. When I arrived we battled immediately.

"Who are you, and what have you done with Hope Mikaelson?" Dr. Saltzman asks and quickly ducks to avoid my strike and spins so we're facing each other from opposite directions. Then we resume our fight.
"I never got to go to a real school. I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to be normal for a day instead of being a tribrid loner." I explain. He gives me a look as he blocks my strike with his.
"Yeah, well, that’s a bed you made for yourself…" he states I, focusing more on blocking his strikes than the conversation, grunts from exertion.

"Not looking for a social lecture." I say as I side-kick at Dr. Saltzman, aiming for his stomach, only for him to block me with his sticks. I bounce on the balls of her feet as I prepare for the next round.
"So, what’s your plan with Landon? Does he, like, go here now?" I ask. I was still angry at him for what he did.
"Why? You still thinking about murdering him?" he counters. He tries to catch me off-guard by swinging his left hand toward my head, only for me to pinch his stick between mine and shove it away from me.

The two of us then launch into a fury of strikes, each of us preventing the other from getting a hit in.
"‘Cause there’s a knife that sat dormant for centuries that started attracting mythical creatures the day he took possession of it." He tries to side-strike me, but I do a front-flip to dodge it, causing us to swap positions again.
"I’d say there’s a lot we need to learn about him." he says. I deflect his strikes with such speed that I'm able to outwit him, spinning him around so I can wedge his neck between my two sticks, defeating him, much to his embarrassment.

"And then what? We kick him to the curb?" I say eager to get Landon as far away from me as possible. Dr. Saltzman winces and groans in discomfort as I let go of him, going back to our positions.
"Then we decide to do what’s best for the people of this school." he says.
"Any idea what to do with him while we search for missing mean girls?" I ask. Dr. Saltzman smirks knowingly.
"As a matter of fact, yes." After my training session with Dr. Saltzman was over I went to go get changed to go to MFHS. When we got to Mystic Falls High School, we immediately catch the attention of all of the students congregating outside.

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