Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Vampire Diaries nor The Originals. This is me playing in the sandbox for the first time.

English is not my mother tongue and this is my first fanfiction so please be kind and leave a review.

29/03/2019: I found myself, cheerleaders... I mean I found a beta-reader! Huge thank you to TheFanFicDevourer!

Prologue

High school, same as any other society or separated group, has its own set of rules that must be followed and a certain order of power or influence that some persons have over the rest of the group.

The hierarchy in high school is very simple. The factors that determine where you are ranked depends on: appearance, how socially accepted you are, who your family is and - more importantly - who you hang out with, and - to a lesser extent - IQ. If you are handsome, with good friends and background - while being adored by your peers and are associated with good grades - the odds are in your favour to be deemed popular. All of that ensures you of the place as the Queen bee for your high school, or with the envied group of 'cool' children. It's plain to see with Elena and her friends that they were categorised in that particular section. All of them were beautiful, relatively smart and had plenty of people who just dropped to their knees for a second of their attention.

Previously, I had never thought that American high schools would be like how they were presented in all the movies and tv shows. However, I was completely wrong, their representation was pretty accurate. I found the whole thing superficial and stupid; it was so easy to see patterns. Take, Caroline Forbes, for example; blonde, beautiful, outgoing, cheerleader and bitchy. In most other schools she would probably have been Queen Bee, not here, thanks to Elena. Elena Gilbert, the girl that everyone around her prefers, even their common friend Bonnie. Of course, Elena is also a walking cliché. Cheerleader dating the football jock, well-liked by most, oh-so-nice to everyone even the teachers, a little miss goody-two-shoes. All of this played out like a bad story, written by a 10-year-old.

However, this is only the good side of the story. On the one side, you have the beloved good kids that are seen as the 'future', and on the flip side, you found the freaks, the outcasts. The people who are the laughing stock of everything and everyone, namely by the higher levels of the hierarchy. Mostly, this group consisted of the geeks, stoners, and the few undefined outliers. And of course, as you may have guessed, I belong to this group. It's not that I'm jealous of the popular group, or of the people who belong to the 'normal and ordinary' group, which made up the biggest part of the high school student body. I don't mind being different, and everything that happens to me, just helps me build character, especially because whatever they do is far from the worst that was done to me. It's just irritating and tiring, going to school every day, knowing that you're going to get insulted. People calling you names or shoving your stuff onto the ground isn't exactly a pleasant way to spend the day.

Above all, it's my best friend, Sally, that worries me. Unlike me, she is much more susceptible to this behaviour. It's almost a weekly phenomenon that I need to comfort her after someone has pushed her over the line. I would have punched Trent, her main bully, in the face had it not been for Sally's no-violence-ever policy. I think it is linked with her artistic character. Sensitive and peace loving are just two of the things that make her, Sally. Although, I find that to be silly sometimes.

The fact that I even have a friend is, for me, nothing short of a miracle. Why she became and remained my friend is a complete mystery to me and I would gladly keep it that way, as long as it meant she stayed my friend. Maybe it was for mutual benefit, after all I had no one and she had no one, so we became each other's someone. It was also a happy coincidence that we loved most of the same things or were willing to indulge the other. Like the way I let her make a large portion of clothes for me and she didn't force me into pink fluff stuff but made it in my own style.

I let her eat my chocolate mousse and chocolate ice while she gives me her tiramisu and blueberry ice. I went shopping with her and she waited for me as I got lost in the bookshop searching for new books. Horror movies were, surprisingly, something Sally adored to watch, don't ask me why or how that is even possible. So I watched them with her, even if it made me sick. Some of the stuff we have watched, was beyond gross and just revolting. However, in exchange for that, I could talk her ears off, telling her about my favourite mangas or tv-shows, such as Firefly, Sherlock, Doctor Who and many more. I even told her about the different theories there were and which fanfiction I was reading and if it was any good.

All in all, I think there is no denying that our friendship started out for mutual benefit. But over the course of three years, eight months, one week and six days, it has grown into something much more. We didn't have to say anything to get the message across, a certain glance or hand move made it clear what the other thought. We talked in memes and inside jokes making it hard for others to understand us. Our humour, while not completely the same, just worked together. I can't imagine a life without her, nor do I want to. She is my friend, sister, and platonic soulmate. Sally knew, after just a couple of months, about my syndromes, so she's always helping me and making sure that even if something goes wrong, I receive the help I need.

That was the prologue. It's short, but the other chapters will be much longer.

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