Caroline Alicia Forbes was not happy.

Sheriff Forbes had brought her daughter with her to the Lockwood estate one sunny afternoon under the pretense of a play date with the Lockwood heir but Caroline knew that it was just an excuse so her mommy could have grown-up talks with Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood while she was forced to play with snotty Tyler who weirdly always smelled like wet dog.

She went to the same pre-school as Tyler and with he was just a nasty little boy who tugged on her pigtails, shot spitballs at the back of her head, called her 'Bubbles' because she reminded him of that stupid Powerpuff girl and constantly made her cry by anyway that he could.

She didn't like him in the least. Scratch that, she hated Tyler... like ... like more than even their pre-school teacher who always chastised her for talking too much.

Caroline didn't want to be there, no matter how so much bigger and prettier she thought his house was and it reminded her of the old houses of noble and royal people like she saw on that Hallmark special on TV that one night both her parents weren't home and she was stuck with her teenage babysitter who was too busy talking on the phone with her boyfriend to care what she was doing.

Whateve. Tyler was a mean bully and she didn't want to play with him. She'd rather be spending the day with her BFF Bonnie who always let her have her way when they were playing or Elena who had the best and coolest toys.

But no, she was stuck with Tyler, Tyler, Tyler!

The little blonde frowned as she sneezed again from all the accumulated dust in the coat closet. Tyler didn't want to play Barbie dolls with her because it was a 'girl thing' and he wouldn't let her touch any of his toys ... like that shiny, four feet tall Transformers action figure he had in his room, sighting that she would not only infect it with her girly germs but no doubt end up breaking it at some point.

Whateve, not like she wanted to play with it anyway.

She had glared her blue eyes at him and pouted, stomping her foot like her mother always got annoyed with. He just smugly smirked at her being the jerk that he was and told her they were playing hide and seek and proceeded to start counting.

And now, she was in that dark, dusty and definitely creepy coat closet for who knows how long and Tyler didn't seem to be coming to find her anytime soon. Huffing with annoyance, she exited the closet and went in search of the dark-haired boy.

She found him in the large living room, sitting comfortably on the couch and watching some horror move he was too young to watch on TV.

She glared at the back of his head. He made her wait in that dirty closet for so long for nothing. He was such ... such a ... what was the word that her daddy used the other night when he was talking to some man on the phone? Oh that's right, dick.

He was such a dick.

Tyler was a dick.

Tyler Jacob Lockwood was a dick. Dick, dick, dick.

With all the force in her small body, she threw the Barbie doll in her hands at the back of his head. He turned to her, expression between surprise, confusion and anger.

"You're a dick!" She exclaimed before turning and leaving the room to go find her mother.
She was going home.