1. It Begins

As an average American girl I could not complain about life. I had a good family that could be a tiny bit more loving, but they were amazing nonetheless. I had a close-knit group of friends, and I excelled in academics. On top of that, my parents always did the impossible to make sure I had a better life than them. My life was typical for a middle-class child. It was fine.

But, I couldn't help complain.

I was constantly surrounded with loving couples in school and most popular social media sites did not aid me in easing my loneliness. It seemed that this aspect of my life was lacking, and it made me sad. Fortunately, I could find kindred spirits on Tumblr, wishing for their significant other as well.

The sad part was that I didn't even want a significant other. Hooray for peer pressure. But, the idea of being fawned over was nice. I couldn't deny that. So, I did what any normal soul would do when they were feeling a bit sad about their love life – or lack thereof – and went on Tumblr.

I live such an exciting life.

Ahem, anyway, on Tumblr I found a beautiful text post.

max-galactica:

addictedtopunsandpizza:

foodtrucker:

i don't want a boyfriend i just want multiple attractive boys to constantly give me attention

Break an expensive vase

kiss kiss fall in love

With a disgusting snort-laugh that quickly turned into gross sobbing, I pressed reblog, because a) I understood the joke, and b) Accurate.

Quieting down, I opened Netflix, ready to relive the memories of awesomeness. Knowing that wouldn't be enough for my poor otaku heart, I opened several of my favorite fanfictions as well, and grabbed the few Ouran High School Host Club mangas I owned to continue my adventure after I was done watching the anime.

Around four a.m, I decided enough was enough and quickly went to bed. That and my poor fangirling heart couldn't take it anymore.

…And I had school the next day. Oops.

"You look like a zombie and not a cute one either, G," my best friend commented casually as if she was discussing the weather and not my appearance.

"Oh my god, you're so funny, D!" I exclaimed sarcastically, feeling the after effects of taking a spontaneous stroll down memory lane. Ugh, never again…meaning I'd probably do it tomorrow.

"I know. I should quit my day job and be a comedian."

I groaned at her reply. I only got two hours of sleep. I was not mentally ready for a battle of wits.

Tucking a brown strand of hair behind my ear, I settled into the desk beside Darcy, my witty best friend, and began quizzing her on the structure of D.N.A. We had a quiz in AP Biology every day, but Darcy never bothered to study until minutes before the actual quiz. I, seeing as I spent a lot of time with her, caught her horrible studying habits, but in AP U.S History instead of AP Biology. This time, however, Darcy was not having it.

"Gia," she whined, "We don't have to study! Don't you remember? Mr. Witherell is supposed to take us to the Medici exhibition!"

"Idiot! That's in English!"

"…Oh my god! Then what are we doing! Quiz me!"

Unlucky for Darcy, Mr. Witherell entered the classroom as soon as the bell rang, silencing us as he passed out the daily quiz.

By the time lunch time came around, Darcy was still in a foul mood, blaming herself and me for failing the quiz. Instead of socializing with our group of friends, she got her lunch and ran towards what I presumed to be the library.

With a small sigh, I excused myself from the rest of our friends and ran to console Darcy. She could never deal with a failing grade, even if it was on an insignificant quiz.

I quietly opened the door that led to the library, only to be met with expensive-looking artifacts. Ah, right, the Medici exhibit was today and, seeing as our school was not grand, it had to be accommodated in the library.

I should've left, but my eyes landed on the most beautiful vase I had ever seen. Gingerly, I approached it.

The Medici Valencian Vase

Even its name was beautiful.

Thinking back to the Tumblr text post I had seen last night, I giggled. Oh yes, if I broke this expensive vase attractive men would surround me, specifically ones wearing police uniforms. I stifled another giggle and turned around to walk out the door.

Smack.

My green orbs widened. I turned around in time to see the vase teetering on its wooden display table. With a strangled noise, the same hand that had accidentally smacked the display table reached out to steady the vase.

Crash.

Another strange noise bubbled out of my throat as I gazed at the broken remains of the stunning vase that my fingertips had failed to grasp. I was in big trouble, but, knowing nothing could get worse, I began to pick up the pieces.

"Ouch!" I shrieked, pulling my hand away from the glass. A drop of blood landed on the broken vase. I grumbled, but set my backpack down and looked through it to find a band-aid. The vase wasn't going to clean itself up, and I didn't want to do it with a bleeding finger.

With my attention focused on the insides of my backpack, I didn't notice the strange glowing light coming from the vase. I didn't notice myself being transported to another dimension. I didn't notice the students in yellow puffy dresses and blue blazers stop and stare at me as if I appeared out of nowhere, which I did, but that's beside the point.

So, then, it goes without saying that I didn't notice that the blood-curdling scream was coming from me as I looked up to find myself in a foreign place when I had just been in my library.