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the half of it (hosie)

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As soon as the bell rang indicating the ending of the current period, students filled the school's hallways, but even in the sea that was Mystic Falls High, Landon's eyes soon landed on the person he was looking for, Josette Saltzman, who had her back turned to the curly haired boy, facing the wall at the end of the hallway, where the announcements were posted.

Josie knew she had to sign up for the winter talent show, mostly because it was mandatory, as it was written in big red letters on the sheet. Most people were joining the talent show in groups, as it was probably encouraged, but the brunette doesn't really have many options anyway having in mind she doesn't get along with anyone in the school. After looking at the sheet for a couple more seconds than necessary, thinking about excuses she could give the teacher so she wouldn't have to participate, she decided to just write down her name and get over with it, knowing she had no way of escaping the activity. Her handwriting neat and organized made a contrast against her classmates' messy calligraphy, and her name sat lonely in the sea of friend groups who had already signed up for it.

The halls were starting to get empty shortly after, the students having already gone to their next period.

"We are the source of our own hell"

The classroom has never been as silent as it is now with Emma Tig, the teacher, talking about Jean-Paul Sartre's play, No Exit. Josie sat in her usual spot at the back of the room observing how every student was in their own worlds, just waiting for the bell to ring indicating that class was over so they could finally go home after a day of sitting on their asses learning probably not as much as they should, and ignoring their responsibilities.

How did they even get to senior year? 

A question Josie has been asking herself for the longest time now. She let her mind wonder for not more than a couple seconds before the bell rang, dismissing all the students for the day.

"Five hundred words on Sartre's use of thwarted desire, Monday."

More assignments, more work for Josie, which also meant more money, so she couldn't really complain. It only took the class less than a minute to leave the classroom, and just as everyone left, too busy talking about their own stuff to even hear anyone else, Josie approached Mis Tig's desk, as she usually did after a class, wether it was to discuss something about the class that had just ended or about the brunette's future.

"Six different takes on Plato. Impressive." After a few years of grading papers, it was pretty obvious for Miss Tig that most of the essays her students were handing her hadn't been written by them, but actually by Josette Saltzman, who she's always recognized as one of her brightest students, even if she didn't really participate in class unless it was completely necessary.

"Just the one." Even if Miss Tig knew Josette's "secret", she would never admit it in front of her.

"That's what I tell the bartender." After years of knowing each other, Miss Tig had gotten way more comfortable around Josie, comments like these were a given between them now, the majority of them always said by the teacher, as the Saltzman girl always tried to treat her with as much respect as she could, but that didn't stop her from sending some remarks her way.

"How come you never turn me in?" With curiosity getting the best of her, the brunette decided to ask about something that had been in her mind for a while now, along with a shy chuckle, knowing that the older woman sitting in the desk behind front of her would probably just reply with a snarky comment.

"And have to read the actual essays they'd write?" A humorless laugh leaving Miss Tig's lips along with that.

Fair enough.

Emma Tig had been trying to convince Josie to apply to different colleges she thought matched her student's potential for months now, she couldn't stop bringing it up with the hope that maybe one of these days Josette would actually give at least one of them a proper thought. And today wasn't any different, as soon as she had the opportunity, she slid a couple of sheets that were being held together by a clip. Josette knew her intentions so well she wasn't even surprised when she grabbed it and read the words "Grinnell College" at the top of the first page, instantly putting it back down on the desk.

"You know I'm going to E-dub. Full ride. I can live at home and, plus, I get to stay in lovely Squahamish" The brunette had decided this a long time ago, knowing that this allowed her to stay in town and more importantly, close to her father, who she promised herself years ago that she would always stay with.

"Damn shame." Still no matter how long she had had this decided for, Miss Tig was as stubborn as it gets when it came to Josie's future, not wanting her to miss out on big opportunities to stay in town. "And honesty it's more like Hell-quahamish."

Josie knew her teacher was probably right, but she couldn't help but reply, "It's not that bad." this immediately got her a questioning look from Miss Tig, who knew she was too smart and observant to actually believe that. "Okay, it's not that good either, but it's what's happening."

"I spent four of the best years of my life at Grinnell." 

Probably true but not convincing enough.

"And look at you, back home in Hell-quahamish." She had to admit her comment came out meaner than intended but she knew the teacher could take it, they were used to this.

"You're right. Stay away from the liberal arts."

And as she was leaving the classroom she couldn't help but send out one last poke at the teacher. "Try not to get fired over the weekend."

"Are you kidding? Everyone in this town fears God, but you know who God fears? The Teachers Union." Had it been any other student, Emma would probably be writing down a detention for them, but she couldn't deny the banter she had with Josie kept her on her toes and she appreciates that. Call it favoritism but the teacher had always had a bit of a soft spot for the Saltzman girl.

As Josette was riding her bike back home, going through the same streets she had that same morning, the same truck drove past her again, the speakers blasting some rock song, and as per usual, the students riding back home in it, couldn't keep their mouths shut, deciding to yell dumb nicknames at her for the second time today. Her classmates' childish attitude having ceased to impress her, she kept her head down, focusing on pedaling.

But just as the truck was leaving her sight, the voice of a boy running and yelling behind her started getting closer to her.

"Hey! Hey! Hold up!" The voice belonged to no other than Landon Kirby, who managed to catch up with her only to grab the back of her bike and so making her loose balance and fall face first on the side of the road.

What the f-

"What is wrong with you?" Was all she was able to say, with a very surprised but mostly pissed off voice.

"I'm- I'm sorry. I, uh..." Landon's intention was obviously not to make her fall, and with the shakiest of voices and a very awkward apology, he started picking up Josette's stuff that had fallen to the ground when he grabbed the bike.

The brunette was watching him confused and annoyed as he was still holding some of her stuff in his hands, probably not knowing what to do with them and looking at her with regret plastered all over his face. But besides her stuff, he was also holding a sheet of paper, which Josette assumed was probably one of the boy's unfinished assignments.

"Ten dollars for three pages, $20 for three to ten. Not in the over-ten-page biz." Most of the students in her class had already asked about prices so her voice came out monotone and fast, being used to repeating this to all her new "clients".

"No, I'm not trying to cheat."

Here we go again.

"Nobody is. Whose class is it for?" The sooner she was done with this conversation, the sooner she'd get to go home, and she really wanted to be able to finally get to her place and relax after a full day of non stopping class, she also had to write a few more papers she was being payed for and she wasn't looking forward to spending the most part of her night doing them.

"No, it's really not uh- it's-" Growing tired of the Landon's stutters, Josie took the paper off his hands to check for herself, but instead of an assignment she was met by an envelope.

"Who writes letters these days?" An honest question the brunette couldn't help but ask with a confused look in her face.

"I- I thought it'd seem romantic."

Of course he did.

Taking the letter out of the envelope, Josie saw who it was for. The name Hope Mikaelson written at the beginning of the letter with a messy handwriting brought out a scoff out of her, annoyed at how everyone seemed to be so interested in the redhead. "Can't help you."

"I just need a few words. Good ones." Trying to ignore the boy's stuttering voice, the brunette got back up on her bike, her back facing him to try and make him understand that she wasn't interested. Turning to look back at him only to try and let him know she wasn't taking part in this.

"I'm not writing to Hope Mikael- To some girl. It'd be wrong. A letter is personal. It's supposed to be authentic." Her voice coming out more stern than intended until she realized her slip up, there was no need to mention Hope, she wouldn't do this for anyone, it's not just a Hope thing.

"That'd be awesome." Failing to understand her point, Landon kept pushing.

"No!" How can someone be this dense?  "I can't be you been authen-" Getting more annoyed with him by the second, she decided to just end it with "Get a thesaurus, use spell-check. Good luck, Romeo." And with that finally getting back on her bike and on her way home.

"No, I can pay more for authentic." The boy's pleads being completely ignored by Josette, Landon was left standing on the side of the road, letter in hand, panting after having been running after her for a couple of seconds, if not minutes, before she even realized, just silently watching her pedal away from him.