Prologue: I wake up in the wrong house…
Something was wrong…the room is spinning. The walls blurred together to the point where I am sure that they had merged into one wall. I could also feel the worn brown carpet shifting under my feet. A howling wind whistled loudly in my ears. The ground lurched one last time, throwing me to the ground suddenly. I opened my mouth to yell for help, but no sound escaped me. Am I turning into a mute? I don't really know that many signs in sign language! On the bright side being mute might help with the others understanding me better. I allowed my thoughts to take hold, distracting me briefly from my dilemma, a spinning room.
I couldn't keep my balance anymore and crashed to the ground, slamming hard enough that I was sure that everyone on the floor below me could hear it. Stabbing pain shot through my right arm as a too late reminder that I might want to land on something else… or pick something softer to fall on. Groaning, I closed my eyes as I wished for it all too just stop… I just wanted it to stop!
Just as suddenly as it started, the world stopped spinning. Wincing, I slowly got up, grasping my throbbing arm as I did so. A quick glance around my room showed that everything was still in place. My flower print stainless steel water bottle was still on my desk next to my charging phone and laptop. A variety of pictures were either taped to the wall or hung up with care in their frames. My tablet was next to my laptop, as was my wireless mouse. I even could see that my shelf above my Cedar Chest was still overflowed with knickknacks and jewelry, and relief flooded me upon seeing that nothing had fallen and broken during that strange occurrence.
Turning around slowly, I was able to check on the side of my room where my bed was at. Again, everything was still in place. Pillows and stuffed animals covered the top of my bed, nearly covering my covers. The shelf above my bed still had all of my knickknacks there, and my picture of my late grandparents. That was good, I would hate for something to happen to that. A mirror in a blue frame with a giant purple and blue butterfly in the upper-left corner and my name spelled out in white underneath the glass was hanging above my first initial, painted a bright blue with elephants marching up and down it. Shaking my head, I collapsed onto my bed and grabbed the oldest toy there. It was a stuffed blue dog with long floppy ears. Even though it was almost as old as me, there was no sign of wear and tear anywhere. Its nose and the inside of its ears were a bright pink, bottom of the back paws and around the bottom half of the face was white.
"Well Clues. That just happened. Nothing seems to be out of place though, so I'm not gonna worry about it." I didn't expect him to answer. I never did. Placing him on my chest, I stared at my ceiling for the longest time, debating on whether or not I should be good and go to bed now or not. I was already in my dark maroon pajamas that the shirt read Let Me Sleep. With a few Zs on the bottom to make it even cooler. I did like my sleep…once I was in bed. Before I get that far, I drag my feet.
A loud ding suddenly drew my attention to my phone. Puzzled on who could possibly be texting me at this hour of the night, I got up and walked over to check it. Turning it on, I quickly gave it my password, unlocking it effectively. Confusion flooded me as I stared at the screen. It wasn't from anyone that I knew…in fact it didn't even have an ID to tell me who it was. Puzzled I read the text. Hello. Do not leave your room just yet. For that matter, I would wait until morning before I leave if I am you.
I blinked slowly, not liking this at all. Who are you? I also wanted to know how did they get a hold of my number and a variety of other things.
That does not really matter. At the moment I recommend going to bed and sleep soundly. I am not quite done here. I knitted by eyebrows together, puzzled. "Done doing what exactly? Come on Maira (A/N: Pronounced as MAY-ra)! This isn't your business!" I scolded myself for being a smidgen too interested in what the mysterious texter was up to.
I abandoned my phone, quickly clearing off my bed and crawling under the covers. It was almost ten and I had already set my alarm clock to go off at eight forty-five. Sleep might make all of this go away anyways. Yeah, that's it. Sleep will make everything go away, because this was just a dream obviously. Exhausted from the last few minutes alone, I crashed into a deep dreamless sleep.
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I woke up when my alarm went off on schedule. Yawning, I climbed out of my covers and grabbed the black glasses case that I kept my glasses in. Slipping them on, I stretched luxuriously, glad to see that my phone held no physical sign that some mystery person had texted me on that number. Shaking my head, I opened my bedroom door and stepped out… surprisingly it took me a minute before I realized that I was not home. The hallway went the wrong way and was much shorter than what I remembered, and the floor was hard wood and not the same worn brown carpet as my room. The walls were painted a pale gray instead of a blue that was a shade lighter than my own walls. Whipping around, I grabbed my phone off of my desk and checked it.
Good morning sleepyhead. First door on the right is the bathroom. The first door on the left is a closet. Living room and kitchen are at the end of the hall. I'm sure that you figure those two out. The door to the right of your room is a laundry room. Figured you might want to be able to do that. I wanted to throw my phone. Who was this that they think that they can just turn my life upside over night…and where am I!? I seriously hope this wasn't someone else's house. Walking over to the bathroom door, I decided to just go over my morning routine.
The bathroom truthfully looked like something I might have had some say in. Pale blue walls, dark baby blue and white tiles in a checkers pattern on the floor. And it was a tub without the showerhead. Actually, the lack of a showerhead was a smidgen distorting. I didn't even think they actually made those still. Shaking my head, I quickly remembered that I still needed my bathrobe, towel, and shaver, and was about to go get them from my room, when I noticed that for some reason…they were in the bathroom already. My pink shaver was sitting on the edge of the tub while my pink plaid bathrobe was hanging on the back of the door on a little robe/towel hanger thingie that was shaped like an elephant's head. My towel was resting on the towel bar, next to a clean one for drying my hands. I glanced over at the sink, which matched the blue and white color scheme to see my blue toothbrush sitting in a toothbrush holder, with a new thing of mint flavored toothpaste next to it.
Ok…mystery person apparently wants you to feel comfortable with the use of this house or apartment. We don't know which yet now, do we Maira. I pinched my nose as I groaned, wondering if the mystery person knew that I like to talk to myself in third person. I also like to talk about myself in third person but that typically only happens around kids. After checking that I had body wash, citrus scented like the one back home… and shampoo, different brand and it was scented like strawberries…and conditioner. Same as the shampoo. Guess I'm all set to wash up.
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I sat at the edge of my bed, frowning. Should I put shoes on? Or am I the only one here? I had finished the nicest bath ever…no one tried hammering the door in while screeching about me taking too long, and changed into a pair of jeans and an old handy-down black sweater with Mickey Mouse drawing Minnie's face with chalk. It also had three words and a bit of the alphabet that he supposedly had written. Shaking my head, I decided that some breakfast was long overdue.
Standing up, I walked down the hall until I reached the kitchen and living room. It was open floor plan, obviously, since there was nothing constricting the passage between the two. Slipping into the kitchen, I opened the fridge to see that there was a bit of food in there. Closing the fridge, I opened the freezer to find that the premade sausage patties that my parents buy were in there. And I know there were eggs in the fridge along with a package of cheese, half Swiss and half cheddar. Opening the cupboards, I began trying to figure out where everything was. Surprise flickered through me over how easy that was. The cupboard above the stove held the bread products, including whole wheat English muffins. While the cupboards over the counter held bowls, plates, cups, and my special mug…this didn't make any sense to me, as well as measuring cups and glass bowls and containers. The ones under the counter held pots and pans, and large plastic bowls. I also found lids, and serving trays as well as cutting boards. Truthfully, everything was where I would expect it if I had some say, or a lot of say in the placing of stuff. I even discovered that the cupboard next to the one with the bread was filled with spices and flavorings.
Humming to myself, I grabbed an egg and turned the griddle on. Looks like I was having a breakfast sandwich today. I dug into the fridge and opened the sausage patties, pulling one out. I tossed it onto the hot griddle, listening to it sizzle.
It didn't take long before I had one hard egg with cheddar cheese melted over the top, and a sausage patty completely cooked. I placed those on the slightly toasted whole wheat muffin that I had pried apart. Satisfied that I now had a good breakfast, I picked up the sandwich and bit into it.
I was hungry, so eating something that was technically most likely someone else's food didn't exactly ring a bell. Besides that, I figured that the mystery person texting me lived here and they totally where asking me to use their stuff and everything. Of course… I am just ignoring the fact that everything points to the fact that no one actually lives here.
A/N: Hello! So, yeah. Uh, Bookkeeper2004 has started a drop someone (herself) in the middle of the fandom story…and I decided to give it a go. Mainly because all the ones that I have seen are written as if the author is the same age as the characters. And that probably is true in some/most cases…however this is a self-insert (without my actual name or contact information.) where I am not just myself, but also I am my actual age which means I can't go to the high school and hang with the guys. Sorry, not that old.
If you haven't read Bookkeeper's story, it is called Someone tell me what's happening. She is an amazing author and totally deserves to hear that from other people than just me. Just as a warning, I really do think in third person and occasionally refer to myself in third person. Sorry. It is just something that I do sometimes. I also have never seen the movie, but am a huge fan of the TV series! Which is important to know for this.
I also love reviews. (Bookkeeper does too) So yeah, get use to this…
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