I needed clothing for this decade if I was going to leave the house and enroll in Mystic Falls High. I was going to enroll in the private school in the city next to us, but they wouldn't except 'Mystic Trash'. I looked at my outfit. Torn jeans, leather jacket, rolling stones shirt, and combat boots. It screamed grunge.
I grabbed some of my money, just a grand nothing big. I was walking down the stairs as I smelled a new scent in the air. Like flowers in the midnight bathed by the full moon. I walked into the living room and saw a back of a woman. "I wasn't aware of a visitor."
