Chapter 2

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Hope POV:
   I have finally arrived at the Salvator school.  I don't want to to go here but it was written in a letter that my mom wrote before she died. I parked my car and got out.  The new year starts  tomorrow so I decided to bring everything with me to my new room. 
    I have decided to tell everyone that I'm a Witch instead of a tribred.  It will be easier if no one knows my background.  Not even the headmaster. I am not Hope Mikaelson. I am Hope Marshal, that's all.

Unknown POV:
    A beautiful red head walked in with moving boxes and a suitcase. She made it perfectly clear that she was a witch. She was using magic to move the boxes while holding the suitcase handle. Almost everyone stared immediately. After about 5 minutes she was the talk of the school. Who was she? Why is she here? What is her story?
The group consisting of M.G., Rafael, Landon, Penelope, Lizzie, and Josie were the last ones to see her. They were all walking down the hall way that her room was on when she passed them. All but one of them immediately thought about her beauty. Penelope didn't see anything interesting about her. Penelope only knew that the red head was a witch.

Hope POV:
I tried not to be noticed but I guess that didn't work. I saw all the witches using magic to move in so I even did that. I got so annoyed that when I saw a group looking at me while I tried finding me room I lost it.
"You know staring is rude right!" I said
"I'm sorry, my name is Josie." Said the brown haired girl
"I'm Lizzie" said the blonde
"M.G." Said the kid with anAfro
"Rafael, but you can call me Raf" He said trying to act smooth
"Landon"
"Penelope"
"Ok. I've got to go" I said while opening my door and shutting it in there faces.

——————Next day—————-

"Hello Class. I know this is the first day of a new school year but we will still be learning today.  We will be creating a project on this subject so make sure to listen.  We will be learning about Klaus Mikaelson.  I know that we already learned about this in grade 4 but this is different.  This is about Klaus Mikaelsons daughter.  No one truly knows her name.  He tried to keep her away from prying eyes so no harm would come to her, but that did not happen. The day she was born her mom was killed, turned into a hybrid,and the baby was kidnapped to be sacrificed.  Everyone believes that the baby was dead until Klaus's evil Aunt Dalia tried to take her.  The Mikaelson family tried very hard and were eventually able to defeat her.  When the daughter was only eight a great evil tried to take control of her body.  The evil was called the hollow and the child almost died.  The Mikaelsons decided that it was best for the power consuming her to be divided up. Almost every Mikaelson took a bit of the power leaving her with only a little left.  They family split apart and tried not to be together. Seven years later the child grew very lonely and created a plan to bring her father back to town.  The plan ended with her mother accidentally dead.  The mother died saving the poor child from being hurt by a Nazi. The kid ended up consuming the dark magic up again and started to die.  She  was going to die transitioning into a wolf, on a full moon.  Klaus decided to take most of the power away from her and sacrifice himself.  So that she was only left with the dark power that he was not able to take away. At the very last moment her uncle killed him self as well." Said the teacher
  I could hear a handful of students saying WOW, some even teared up. This is going to be a hard year trying to keep my secret.
"The project will be on the child. What happened and what do you think she is doing now. This will be for a large portion of this semesters grade. The groups will be of eight but we do not have enough students so there will be one group of seven. Get started." Finished the teacher
"Hey do you want to be a group of seven with us?" I turned around to see M.G. And his friends.
"Sure." I stated
"What's your name?" Josie asked
"It's Hope. Hope Marshal."

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