I kept my real identity a secret until I was physically five years old. Grams, I suspected, already knew to some degree that I wasn't a normal kid; It was kind of obvious when you thought about it - I was smart, scarily so, and whilst my physical limitations held me back, I was walking and talking way before Bonnie. That being said, being mentally twenty-four in a little kid's body was not all sunshine and rainbows. It was humiliating enough having to have my diaper changed, I didn't need the added degradation of dumbing myself down so I wouldn't look like a freak. Misha Bennett was considered a child prodigy and I did nothing to correct that until she was five.

Grams was the first one I told, figuring that as a Witch she wouldn't immediately jump to sending me to the loony bin. She didn't so much as blink when I broke the news, confirming that she already knew I was different, to some extent. All she did was hand me different thick, heavy tomes dedicated to reincarnation and soul transference. They were an interesting read, but non of them really explained how I was reborn into a fictional universe.

Bonnie was the next, and last person I told. As my twin, I felt like I owed her some explanation as to why I was so weird. She rolled with it, as only a five year old could. The first thing she asked was if I could tutor her in Math. With my secret explained to the most important people in my life, I turned my attention to how the future was going to affect those closest to me, and how and if I should change it.

All of that leads me to now - the first day back at school, the beginning of our junior year, and four months since Grayson and Miranda Gilbert died and Elena was saved by Stefan.