inkdreamw
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I died at thirteen. It was tragic, it was messy, and honestly? A 0/10 experience. I expected an afterlife with unlimited snacks. Instead, I got reincarnated into the Gilbert family-four years after Elena and two years after Jeremy.
Now, I'm the youngest Gilbert in a town that smells like vervain and bad decisions. I have the memories of a dead Viking twin, the sarcasm of a girl who's seen every episode of this show, and a "Celestial" power level that could probably delete the moon if I had a bad enough tantrum.
My sister is the human doppelgänger magnet, my brother is a brooding medium, and I'm just trying to survive fourth grade without accidentally vaporizing Damon Salvatore for being a "theatrical emo."
Being the town darling is easy. Keeping the Originals from killing everyone while I'm still legally too young to sit in the front seat of the car? That's the real trick.