BETWEEN WORLDS

✧ SCENE: PACKING DAY - BEFORE COLLEGE ✧

✧ IDENTITY

My name is Adaline Esmè Vexley.
I am 19 years old. I was born on 16 September 1997.

I am Swedish, Portuguese, and Dutch.
I currently live in New York City, where I attend Midtown High School
it is currently(2016).

My life is calm, safe, stable, and filled with joy.
Every day feels light, exciting, and full of meaning. I am happy, grounded, and loved.

✧ FAMILY LIFE

I have a warm, deeply loving family.

My mother, Caroline Mià Vexley, is elegant, comforting, and kind. She makes home feel safe.
My father, Matheó Vexley, is protective and strong, but deeply gentle and caring with me.
My brother, Federico Vexley, is funny, teasing, and always protective of me.
My sister, Melanie Vania Vexley, is sweet, loud, and full of energy.

My home is beautiful, warm, and peaceful.
I feel safe, supported, and understood in my family.

✧ FRIENDS

My best friends are Maria and Angela.

We have known each other our whole lives. We live close to each other and grew up together.
We are inseparable.

Maria is chaotic, loyal, loud, and trustworthy.
Angela is kind, funny, and protective.

We meet every morning before school and walk together. There is no awkwardness between us—only comfort, honesty, and laughter.

My family loves them like they are their own daughters.

✧ SCHOOL & DAILY LIFE

I attend Midtown High School.

I am the cheer captain. I am confident, respected, and well-liked.
I balance school, social life, and fun effortlessly.

My mornings are peaceful and happy. I wake up feeling excited for the day.
I meet Maria and Angela and we walk to school together.

My life feels like a movie—bright, social, and full of moments I enjoy living in.

Everything in my life feels safe, easy, and fulfilling.

✧ APPEARANCE & ENERGY

I am 153 cm tall. I have a petite, soft, delicate build.

I have naturally tan skin, light green-blue doe eyes, plump lips, and a soft button nose.
My hair is long blonde with brunette streaks.

My presence is soft, magnetic, and captivating.
I feel beautiful in everything I wear.

My style is effortless:

* crop tops and low-waist baggy jeans
* soft girl outfits
* cute, playful styles like pigtails
* classy, minimal looks

I always look and feel effortlessly put together.

✧ SECRET — MY POWERS

I was born with powerful abilities that showed themselves when I was a baby.

My parents are the only ones who know.

They taught me that my powers are safe, part of me, and fully under control.

When I use them:

* My eyes glow blue, pink, and purple
* My hands glow when I use energy
* My feet glow when I fly
* My hair floats when I use mind powers

                         PACKING TIME°
Today feels warm, exciting, and full of energy.

It's the day we're all getting ready to move into our college dorms in Mystic Falls—a small, cozy, almost cinematic town that feels completely different from the fast, busy energy of New York City.

My home is quiet but alive with activity.

Our mansion is huge—beautifully designed, with long hallways, high ceilings, and sunlight pouring through tall windows. Staff move calmly in the background, helping where needed, but everything feels peaceful and familiar. It never feels crowded—just comfortable.

My best friends, Maria and Angela, are at my house today helping me pack.

We're in my room, surrounded by open suitcases, folded clothes, and half-packed boxes. There's music playing softly in the background. We keep getting distracted, laughing, sitting on the floor instead of actually packing, talking about how excited and nervous we are.

Everything feels easy between us. No awkwardness. Just comfort, chaos, and excitement.

We keep saying things like:
"Can you believe we're actually doing this?"
"Mystic Falls is going to be so different from here."
"We're literally starting a whole new life."

My family is around the house too, each in their own way.

My mother moves through the space gracefully, checking in on me with a soft smile—supportive but not overwhelming. My father is present in that quiet, protective way, making sure everything is ready for us to go safely. My sister is excited and dramatic about the whole thing, already talking about how she'll visit. My brother teases me but keeps looking a little too proud of me, like he's trying not to show it.

There's this underlying feeling that everyone is proud—but also a little emotional about me leaving.

In my room, everything feels personal and lived-in.

Clothes are laid out across my bed, outfits being planned and re-planned. Maria is holding something up saying it's "definitely a dorm aesthetic must-have," and Angela is laughing because we're packing way too many things for a college dorm.

We keep stopping to talk instead of packing.

We sit on the floor sometimes in silence, just taking it in—that feeling of change, of starting something new together.

It doesn't feel scary. It feels exciting. Like the beginning of a story we've already been waiting for.

Outside, the mansion feels bright and still. The driveway, the cars being prepared, the energy of departure slowly building in the background.

But inside my room, it's just us.

Laughter. Music. Excitement. Friendship.

And the feeling that everything is about to change—but in the best possible way.