Let me explain somethings for you;
First and foremost my name is Noah Connors. I recently finished my spring finals and had plans to take a nice three month long trip a crossed the world. It was a great plan, a plan I had planned for years and saved up money from jobs to do so.
Second I am not certifiably insane no matter what you think. I was at the top of my classes. If anything I'm slightly a genius.
Third no matter how much logic I put into the situation I was currently in, not a damn thing made sense and it terrified me to no end.
Fourth I'm screwed two ways from Sunday, because there's an 90 percent chance I was going to die before I even turned twenty-five and that fucking sucked.
Now you're probably wondering what's going on. Understandably so. You see the night before I was to begin my summer long road trip, I had stupidly made a wish on a shooting star. A harmless, completely unserious wish. Logically speaking nothing should have happened.
But something did.
I did my nightly routine before watching one episode of my favorite show. A show I've just recently starting watching under the recommendation of my younger sister. One of my favorite characters had been killed again. The third fucking character I liked had been killed. I was angry. So as I got up to close my window curtains a shooting star flew by…and I made a wish.
A wish to change it. To fix it.
Then I went to bed. Ideas of how I would change things running through my mind as I fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day. I woke up in my car. Parked in front of a sign. With someone knocking on my window. That someone was Sheriff Liz Forbes. And that sign read 'Welcome to Mystic Falls'.
I was stuck in Vampire Diaries.
Even worse I was stuck in Mystic Falls. Every time I tried to leave it was like I was just going in a circle. Always ending back at the 'Welcome' sign. It was a nightmare I couldn't escape.
No matter how much folklore interested me I had no interest in being where it was real. Where the things I wanted to learn about could end up making me their dinner or snack. Or next fucking voodoo victim. I wanted to go home. Wanted to be back in my dorm as if this truly was some fucked up nightmare.