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Hope Mikaelson had died a month ago and quickly came back to life as a full-tribrid, with more power at sixteen than anyone else would gain in their lifetime, her family had come to Mystic Falls, to help her come to terms and learn how to control her newfound strength and speed as well as her heightened emotions. Having a family composed of the most powerful vampires alive as well as two strong witches and a werewolf made the transition easier for her than anyone had expected and a week later, she was back at school with her friends and boyfriend. For the most part, the other students remained quiet and treated her the same way they did before her trip to Mexico.
One thing everyone seemed to forget, was that she was Klaus Mikaelson’s daughter and hadn’t thought to teach her how to manage the temper she had inherited from him. Marcel liked to make jokes about how people shouldn’t upset her because she could easily tear them apart, but both he and Rebekah were shocked when they received a call from the school after she broke the arm of one of the werewolves.
She was in library, waiting for Josie and Lizzie to join her so she could help them with their homework, as she was two years older, she had covered everything they were doing already and had aced her classes easily. She was doodling in the back of one of her notebooks when she heard it, the distinct sound of werewolves teasing one of the new recruits, it happened every time they brought in new wolves. The noise was coming from down the hall in the gym, it sounded harmless, the wolves throwing their dirty towels at the new kid, claiming it was their job and as part of pack tradition they were technically correct, but that didn’t make it fair. Hope had refused to join the pack after she turned, but they didn’t give ‘normal’ wolves a choice.
The wolf adamantly refused to do the others’ dirty laundry and she smirked, knowing she’d do the same if in that position, the other wolves don’t take no for an answer, anyone who’s been at the school for a few months had figured that out. “I said no,” she heard the new wolf, a fifteen-year-old girl from Brooklyn, say as she threw the towels in the general direction of the few members of the pack that had stuck around to torment her.
“Newbies, do laundry,” a senior named Jaclyn catches one of the towels and presses it into the younger girl’s chest, “newbie.” She pushes her back into the wall and Hope, knowing the situation was about to escalate, got out of her seat and sped into the gym. Jaclyn came from a rich family in Miami and loved to flaunt her daddy’s money around school, her blonde hair was in a slicked back ponytail and her workout clothes were all designer, the stereotypical mean girl.
“Do your own damn laundry!” Amber, the younger wolf, pushes Jaclyn away and attempts to leave.
Jaclyn’s hand closes around Amber’s wrist and she yanks her back, “we all had to do it, so you do too,” this time she pushes her against the wall with enough force to cause her to wince in pain.
“Leave her alone, Jac,” Hope’s behind the blonde in a flash, gripping her forearm tightly and twisting it behind her back, the speed and strength of the grip causing the bone underneath her hand to make a cracking sound. Jaclyn lets out a noise that’s halfway between a cry and a scream, her other hand comes up to raise in surrender. “Now apologise,” Hope demands, her eyes glowing gold and the veins underneath them protruding, terrifying Jaclyn’s friends around her. “Apologise!” The tribrid repeats, her grip on the wolf’s arm tightening.
“Fine! I’m sorry,” Jaclyn cries. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Hope, let her go,” Jed rushes into the room and grabs hold of Hope’s arm. “Let her go,” he tells her calmly. Hope does as she’s told, the burst of anger fading away as she realises what she’s done.
“You broke my arm!” Jaclyn yells, her arm was already red, and she could barely move it. “What the hell?”
“Holly, Jess, take her to the nurse,” Jed orders the two girls that were stood off to the side.
“I swear, you’ll pay for this Mikaelson,” Jaclyn spits at the tribrid as her friends lead her out of the room.
Lizzie and Josie enter straight after, not giving the door a chance to close after the trio, “what happened to Jaclyn and who do I have to thank for making the bitch cry?” Lizzie’s smile is wide as she speaks.
“I did,” Hope whispers, shocked at her own actions, the adrenaline now gone.
“She was bullying me,” Amber speaks up, “has been since I got here last month.” She explains before looking Hope directly in the eye, “thank you.”
“You better tell Dr. S what happened,” Jed tells Hope. “I’d do it quickly before Jac or one of the other two do.”
“You’re right,” Hope lets out a sigh before making her way towards Dr Saltzman’s office, she was almost there when she saw the older man coming from the nurse’s office. “Guessing you’ve already spoke to Jaclyn.”
“At least you have the decency to look guilty,” he opens the door to his office and gestures for her to enter first. Hope steps into the room and takes a seat in the chair closest to the door, while Alaric sits behind his desk. “So, what’s your side of the story?”
“I don’t know,” Hope shrugs and looks down to her hands. “I was in the library waiting for Josie and Lizzie and I heard Jaclyn harassing Amber, the new girl and I saw red. Just because Amber’s new to the pack doesn’t mean she should be treated like crap. I lost control.”
“You realise that I have to call Kol and Davina, right?” Alaric reminds the young teenager.
“They’ve went back to San Francisco, you should try Rebekah and Marcel, they’re still in town.”
Alaric just nods and picks up the phone, dialling the number for Hope’s aunt. It takes half an hour for Rebekah and Marcel to arrive, but luckily for Hope neither of them looked too angry about having to come to the school last minute. Rebekah took the seat next to Hope and Marcel stood behind her, a hand resting gently on his fiancé’s shoulder.
“So, what exactly happened?” Rebekah’s the first to speak, her attention directed towards the headmaster.
“Hope lost control, and broke the arm of one of the wolves,” Alaric admits, not having told them anything on the phone, just requesting that they make their way to the school as soon as possible.
“Okay, we knew this was bound to happen at some point,” Marcel looks towards Hope and sees she’s clearly upset with herself. “What made her lose control?”
“The girls have different versions of the story, Hope says Jaclyn was bullying a new student and she ‘saw red’ but Jaclyn claims she was just talking with her friends when Hope ‘attacked her’ I need to talk to other students who were involved before I decide what happens to Jaclyn,” Dr Saltzman explains.
“What about Hope?” Rebekah asks an eyebrow raised, “she was just defending someone else; she doesn’t need to be punished for that.”
“She broke someone’s arm,” Alaric reminds the two adults, “I can’t let that go unpunished.”
“So, what do I get? Detention?” Hope questions.
“I’m putting you in detention all next week, and I want you to take the rest of the week off to work on your control with Rebekah and Marcel some more,” Alaric tells her, causing the teenager to groan. “If it was any other student, Hope, they’d be getting a suspension and you know this.”
“Fine,” Hope rolls her eyes before turning to her aunt and uncle, “I’ll go get my stuff, let you three talk and then we can go.” She walks out of the room and heads to the library where she left her bags and where her friends were.
MG spots her first, his heightened hearing allowing him to hear her walk down the hall and into the room and their conversation stops almost immediately. “So, what did he say?” Josie asks, nobody else wanting to.
“I have detention next week and he wants me to take the rest of the week off to work on control,” Hope explains, dropping into the chair next to her boyfriend.
“I wish I could get an extra two days off,” Lizzie complains.
“I’m just jealous that somebody put Jaclyn in her place before I did,” Penelope smiles. “I’m proud.”
“Thanks,” Hope replies sarcastically. “I just came to get my bag before I head to the house, so I will see all of you on Monday,” she grabs her bag from table before leaning in to kiss her boyfriend. “I’ll see you Saturday?”
“Of course.”