"What is going on?" I lifted my head up high, looking around for anyone, anything. Pain Trickled through out my body as I tried to stand. "Where's Stefan! DAMON? BONNIE?" I was lost, not finding anyone I knew, but at least there were people.
God my butt! I guess I fell on it or something, because pain was mainly there. I walked around; I'm still on earth, but where?
"Excuse me, but you wouldn't mind telling me where we are would you?"
"Of course I MIND! What do you take me for, an old helpless lady? I have thing to do and places to be, hopefully without YOU!" And that's when she stormed off.
Not helpless, more like crazy, insane, selfish. I only needed to know where I am. Sigh... I walked over to a man who seemed to be selling hot dogs. Might as well eat, I'm starving. I had my hand over my belly. I checked all my pockets and a purse I seemed to have had the whole time. I had some, but not a lot of money.
"'ey, ya wanna hout dawg?" Whoa! What a voice, I thought about the accent.
"Yes, please!" I slammed the money on the counter, "God, I'm starving. Thank you so much! Hey, Can you tell me where we are?" Rain started to fall, at least I had my jacket on.
"We're in Forks, Washington. W'y ya loost or someting?
"A little bit yes, mmmm." He handed me the hotdog, "Thanks again!" I completely devoured it, leaving nothing but the napkin behind. Forks huh? Never knew this place existed.
I walked over to the Police Department of Forks. "Hello?"
"Yes can I help you with something?" A sweet lady asked, yet so stern.
"Yeah, umm I'm kind of lost. Can you help me?"
"What are you, a run-away or something?"
"No, I know this sounds… out of wack, but I just appeared here. I come from Mystic Falls. And I have no clue whats going on. My name is Elena Gilbert."