You've heard the stories of the Salvatore brothers, The Originals, the Winchester brothers. You know of the original tribrid, Hope Andrea Mikaelson. But never about her rumored younger twin sister.
Birth name: Nikkolijah Seraphina Mikaelson
Adoptive...
I wake up to my dad shaking and patting my shoulder. "Nik, wake up. Families are gonna start arriving soon." My eyes shoot open.
"How long have you been up?" I ask as I jump down from the loft and walk to my closet.
"10 minutes. All I've done is gotten dressed." I nod as I grab my outfit for the day.
"You go get things ready. I'll be downstairs for the meeting in a little bit."
"Okay. Don't forget to take your me-" I cut him off. "I won't dad. And I'll come down for the family breakfast too. Don't worry." He shakes his head and scoffs.
"What? You're too predictable!" I laugh.
"Don't forget to drop the accent before you come down." He says as he walks out of my dorm. I don't respond because he knows that I heard him. I walk out of my closet with my outfit and walk into my bathroom.
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I get a quick shower. Once I'm out of the shower I dry myself off and blow dry my hair, which I rarely do. I brush my teeth and then dry my pendant off. Then I start to brush my hair. I style it and then get dressed. I put on my favorite AC/DC shirt and some jean shorts. I put my oversized school hoodie over it which is black with the Salvatore crest on it. I put on my beanie and my fidget rings. I tuck my pendant under my hoodie. Then I slip on my thigh high combat boots and sit down at my vanity. I put on my moisturizer and let it dry. Then I put on a light coat of mascara and some clear lip gloss. I look at myself in the mirror.
"No accent." I stop talking in my natural British-Canadian accent and switch over to my American accent that I've been perfecting since I was five. "Smile. Make it look real." I start talking to myself in the mirror like I do every morning. "Today will be great. Don't let them see that you're sad. Don't let them see past the facade." I tell myself the same things I do every morning so I can put on the facade of a happy girl.
I close my eyes and when I open them there's a smile on my face that wasn't there before. This is how they'll see me. This is how they'll see Nikkol Saltzman. Your family is your choice. I may be a Mikaelson by blood, but I'm a Saltzman by choice. "You can do this." My smile slowly fades and I walk back into my bedroom.
I go to my desk and grab the letters that my dad and I talked about last night. I grab my bag off of my desk and put them in.. This bag contains things I never leave my room without. Things like my sketchbook and pencils. My laptop and a bunch of other things. I grab my phone and keys and put them in my pocket. Then I open the door and lock it behind me.
I make my way downstairs and find all of the students and their families scattered throughout the building. I make my way to the library where I find my family. "NIKKI!" my uncle Damon and cousin Stefanie come barreling towards me. Stefanie hugs me and when she's done, Damon hugs me and spins me around in a circle.
