Muse
Brooklynn Evergreen is another unfortunate soul displaced into The Vampire Diaries world.
Brook Evergreen first day at Mystic high began when she was startled awake by her alarm clock. She groaned in irritation and dozed off for a few minutes before being woken up again by her phone. She looked at it in annoyance and went to swipe the alarm off when her phone spoke. « Good Morning Brook! » Her recorded voice said, « I hope you slept well. Today is the big day! After passing your double degree in Lore and Writing you finally became your dream! A teacher… isn't it incredible! » Her hysterical voice said. « Well, no time to doze off again Missy! » The one who recorded this knew Brook very well. « You have to be at Mystic High at 8:30. Leave at 8:00. That means you have somewhat an hour to eat break your fast and dress. Oh and Skincare dear, Skincare! Good Luck and Tick tock! »
Brook looked at her phone flabberghasted. What was up with her phone? She never recorded that! But it was her voice. So… An alternate her came in and out and recorded this farce? Or she had forgotten she had in fact recorded this long message. Putting this news in the back of her mind she began to prepare for work. She was a writer at Revelations Magazine.
Four years of hard labor and she was finally one step closer to becoming Editor of Revelations. Her dream job.
Brook busied herself in her kitchen, stirring the eggs and preparing her lunch. She platted her cooking and took out her water bottle from the fridge. She ate in silence looking out of the window. Finally, she noticed that she could see a white fence and trees from her floor. She spluttered her breakfast. Her apartment had always been one the last floor. Quickly she exited her flat. Brook's jaw hit the floor. She couldn't believe what was in front of her. A house. Brook was staring shocked at a house. Her house? Everything in there was hers. Her bed. Her rooms. Her desk. Her bathroom. Her kitchen. Her phone. But… This wasn't her flat and that was not her garden. And, looking around her, Brook realized this wasn't her neighborhood either.
After a while, she went back in, on shaky legs. She helped herself with the walls. She took her phone and turned the GPS on. As she waited many questions plagued her mind. The blue button pulsed. She clicked on her pin and the map zeroed down on a location. The United States. Virginia. Mystic Falls.
Brook wasn't in New York anymore. Had she been kidnapped? But then how do you explain the inside of her home. How did they manage to kidnap her home too? What was she missing?
While she was thinking Brook didn't notice the dark form running towards the kitchen. It was only when it barked that Brook registered there was a dog in her home. « Oh my god, you freaked me out! » The dog didn't seem phased and brought her his bowl. She smiled at his smart and took his bowl. In black was scribble Ace. « Ace » Brook read out loud. Ace barked in response to his name. He shook his head and nosed the bowl. Brook had a dog. And it was trained. Wow. She thought. She was kind of… Okay… She was so excited. She loved dogs but she never wanted to adopt a big dog to just leave it in a flat. They needed space. But it looked like this Brook did get her dog dream. Brook would have preferred a husky but Doberman was nice too. Ace nosed the bowl again bringing Brook out of her thoughts. She looked around the kitchen in search of his food. She finally found it beneath the sink. After feeding the dog she glanced at her watch. Same old watch she had for two years now. It was 7:45. In fifteen minutes she would need to leave for work. Her phone chimed and an event popped up. « 15mins before leaving to Mystic High! car keys are in your jacket. » Right Mystic high… This was bizarre. She would be a teacher. Of Lore or Writing or both? She took her bag and riffled through it. Brook sighted in relief. There was a binder already prepared. Her course plan jotted down. Slips for the school's administration were taken cared for. She would be talking about Lore and writing throughout history. One of this month's course was about Pillaging and lose records. She had the course under her eyes. She wouldn't be going in unprepared. Still though, the weekend here she would research her coming here. Even the dog wasn't unbothered by her. That was crazy, right? Perhaps she had dreamed of another life and this was her world. Right? Right?
She let the thought go because she didn't want to dwell too much on it. And it did scare the shit out of her. She took her jacket keys and bag and went out of her house leaving the dog inside. She would take care of him when she returned, praying she wouldn't be fired on her first day. She needed this income to understand what had happened.
Arriving at the school's parking lot she shut her burgundy Smart door and locked it. She stood in front of her new workplace for a long time, taking in the football team banner and the scenery. It was 8:20 and no one had arrived yet. She cautiously walked in and looked at the room doors. A02. A04. A06. Other Brook's room number was C03. She was lost and then remembered the School Building's map she had in the binder. Pulling it out she noticed that there were three sections. Two buildings and the Gym room on the ground floor and the first floor. C rooms were on the first floor.
She entered her classroom. Her keys jingled in her hand. There was a big desk. The teacher's. Hers. And the children desks were turned towards the blackboard. It was 8:40. Twenty minutes before the start of class. Brook checked her notes one last time. Just to make sure. The other Brook had highlighted some major points of the introduction course.
It was 5:15 PM and she had had two classes. They all had gone pretty well. The students were nice and didn't ask many questions. She had been scared of not knowing what to answer. Her class was an option for juniors and seniors. And many thank Brook at the end of the course for accepting the job offer. They seemed so grateful that Brook felt inadequate for the job. She wasn't this Brook they thought she was. She came back to an empty flat. Wrote for a dot com magazine. She used taxis and the subway. This life. Other Brook's life wasn't hers. She would have to find a name for her. Brook. Her full name was Brooklynn Evergreen. This world's Brook was also… wait was she even called Brook? Or Evergreen. She looked up her phone. Owner. Brooklynn Evergreen. Uh. Okay. Brooklynn, she thought. « Lynn » Brook cried out fist pumping. The sight was ridiculous, good thing she was to her door. No neighbors in sight. Crisis averted.
Other-Brook was now dubbed Lynn and Brook kept her name. It was quite interesting the fact that she was in the same body and same home. Like an overlapping. « The universe overlapped our lives! » Brook whispered to herself, outraged. Perhaps Lynn was in Brook's world. « I will find you, Lynn. I will unoverlappe our lives. Was that even a word? »
When Brook opened the front door she was assaulted by the black temper. Whose name was Ace. « Hey Ace, How's it going? Caught any rats?» Brook said babying the adult Dobermann. Lynn could have named him Bubbles it wouldn't have changed a thing. He was still fearless and could creep anyone out. Maybe that was why Brook babied him so.
Brook reviewed her next course notes and a file slipped out in a heap on the floor. It was her student's portraits. One of them caught her eye. Nina. Her mind supplied but underneath the picture was her name. Elena Gilbert. That isn't possible, Brook thought. She rummaged through the pile. And there was the best friend. Bonnie Bennett. Even Jeremy Gilbert was on it. They didn't really look like their tvd counterpart. But, Bonnie was black and Elena was olive skin and Jeremy had his youngish look. What year were they in, Brook immediately thought? She realized she hadn't even looked at the date. Lighting her phone up she could feel the blood leaving her face. 2010. It was 2010! Shit, Brook cursed. nine years. She was nine years in the past. In another world. This wasn't an overlapping. This was… impossible.
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