1 YEAR OLD
I'm one year old now, thank the gods. I don't think I can handle the whole diaper thing anymore. Yuck!
I've been working on manifesting my more physical powers lately. Normally It's when a toy is out of my reach or when one of the 'adults' is busy doing something. Which they always are mind you.
This town must be cursed with bad parents.
Although my father Ruby or whatever his name is seems to be decent. He's kind of an absent parent as well. Mommy dearest will leave in a few years, and I'll be basically taking care of myself or whatnot. Sheila is over often; she looks at me curiously. Not angry or afraid, just curious. I wonder if she knows.
My mommy dearest has run off somewhere, so Grammy grams is watching me right now. I walk over to her and point at her drink. Which is alcohol, of course.
She laughs and says, " Oh no, your spirit may be older than your age, but I'm not giving you any of this baby girl."
I giggle at her, then point at my cup and say, "dink." My R's are not my friends right now. She laughs as she gets me a cup of water. I giggle again as she hands it to me. Yum, water.
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2 YEARS OLD
I've decided that I like my Grammy and Daddy best. My mommy dearest is hardly present, even now. Makes me wish I had a brother or sister in this life, however, that'd be selfish of me. It's just rather lonely around here sometimes.
But it is what it is. Mom and Grams have hardly taken me out of the house, so I have yet to make friends. I'm sitting with my new grams, as she reads over some of her spell books. Makes me glad I learned Latin in my last life. Not that she knows that I can read or maybe she does and just doesn't care.
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3 YEARS OLD
I'm currently watching my new mommy and daddy fight about the fact that I and her family are witches. It's interesting in a way. In my past life, my parents got along well and It saddens me that in this one my parents don't.
At least I know that my dad is protective of me, considering he's talking about,' being taken advantage of by other supernatural' and all that stuff. I mean he's not wrong, but I guess It depends on perspective.
And then mommy storms out angrily. I can't remember when she runs off officially though. Next year? The year after?
" Mommy mad? Daddy sad? " I ask him with a tilt of my head. Being little is kind of fun. I can cut sentences in half, hehehe. " No sweetie mommy is just stubborn and daddy is just very worried." He says as he goes to me and cuddles. Ah, I do love cuddles. It's so awkward having an adult mind during all of this though. Like seriously. Two years ago, daddy, mommy, and grams were changing my diapers and that's just ewww.
" I like daddy. " I tell him seriously. I do. At least he never outright abandons Bonnie. Her mom though abandons her and then raises another child. I mean really? What a bitch. Sure there's the whole Elena thing and I understand protecting a child. I get it.
But I don't understand why she couldn't have braved it and returned to care of her own daughter. She wants to raise another as well then fine. But to abandon her own daughter? That's pretty low. Maybe I'm biased.
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4 YEARS OLD
It's my 4th birthday today. My mom Isn't here. Shocker. Not really. She's probably busy trying to keep Mikael away from little Elena. Putting up false trails or maybe that's someone else. I don't know for sure. If I asked she'd probably freak out like crazy. Daddy and Grammy are both here though. That's nice, my favorite people.
I see whom I assume is a little itty bitty, Caroline, sitting dejectedly beside what seems to be a mini doppelgänger, with a smile on her face. Oh, joy.
I also see whom I assume are Elena's adoptive parents. They'd possibly be lovely people if her stepdaddy didn't torture vamps for fun. Then again vamps torture humans for fun, so I suppose there isn't much difference, except Elena's dad thinks he's being better than them.
The circle goes round of course. They all think they're better than the other. It's kinda ridiculous really. The ironies of life are always the best though, aren't they?
I walk over to little bitty Caroline, grab her arm, and announce, "You're my friend." While pointing at her. Elena goes to come with and I sigh. "You can come too, I guess." I wasn't going to make her feel unwelcomed. I just can't stand teenage Elena.
I wasn't going to become her friend though. I couldn't stand her after a while and would rather not try to fake a friendship. That's just rude.
"What's your name?" I ask little Caroline with a tilt of my head. "Caroline." She says shyly. Awwww. She's so adorable.
"I'm Bonnie, I'm four," I say excitedly to her. Elena speaks up then, "I'm Elena and I'm four too and so is Caroline." Ohh that's right both Caroline and Elena are older than I am. Huh, I forgot about that. I inwardly pout, I suppose that I'll be in pre-k with them this year.
"Let's play tag," Caroline says happily. I smile, touch her shoulder, and say "You're it," then I run off giggling with Elena playing along. I'll put up with her for Caroline.
In September we all started school together. I mostly stayed by Caroline. I have been working on my magic throughout the last few years. I can make things come to me if I want them to now. I will be working on making things go away, as well as practicing some spells and finding a way to remove myself from the ancestor's control. I'm not going to put up with them.
I haven't tried to set anything on fire, yet. I figured that I should save the pyromaniac tendencies for when I hit six or seven, at least.
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5 YEARS OLD
My mom, if you can call her that, ran off today. It was kinda sad, really. I had hoped that maybe she'd decide to stick it out by chance, but nope. The next morning after Dad and her fought, again, she left during the night.
I'm currently between staying at Grams and my Dad's. It depends on who has time for me, which means they sometimes decide to drop me off at Caroline's since we get along the best. Although her mom isn't there much either.
The parents in this town, really fricken suck. They need parenting classes, really. Either that or they need a few shrinks in this town to help with abandonment issues.
I'm currently over at Caroline's tonight and we're laying in her bed, snuggling. "I'm glad you're here," Caroline whispers to me. "I'm glad I'm here too, Care. You're my best friend." I say I snuggle closer. "I'll do my best to always protect you."
"I'm older, I'm supposed to protect you, silly," Caroline says with a giggle. I giggle too, "Maybe, but I act older than you do." "That's because you're weird," She whispers back. I giggle again. "Hehe. Yeah, I am. But I'm fun too, goodnight Care-bear." I whisper to her.
"Goodnight Bon," She whispers back quietly as we drift off to sleep. I decided then that the moment Damon is in town, I will seek him out. Hopefully, I have released myself from the ancestors by then as well.
It was December when I officially met Tyler for the first time. I may or may not have accidentally bumped into him while playing with Care-bear during recess. I didn't even notice him. "Sorry," I say to him. The dude came out of nowhere. "I'm sorry too," He says awkwardly while looking at me and Caroline. "What were you playing?"
"Tag, for now," Little Care says happily. "Want to play with us?" I ask him, Caroline nodding her head excitedly beside me. "S-sure," He says shyly. Awww tiny Tyler is adorable.
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