What the, where am I? My bed doesn't feel quite like my bed, and my ceiling, it was never painted, right? No my ceiling's white, I know because it was the last thing I looked at before I fell asleep… and woke up here.

I pulled myself out of the bed. The room I was in was small, but it was exactly what I would want. The ceiling was black with tiny flecks of silver. The walls were a pale cream. The was a mirror mounted on one of the walls, in it, I could see my blue eyes and tangled, brown, hair. I quickly pulled it back into a ponytail. There was a bookshelf in the corner of the room stocked full of my favorite books. Paper, pencils, and what I recognized as my notebooks were stacked neatly on a desk. Books? Check. Drawing stuff? Check. Cool! I could live here.

I stumbled over to the desk and took out a sheet of paper. I tapped a pencil against my lip, thinking of what to draw. Easy! I'll draw the only thing I ever draw: Ninjago! I started sketching a head and shoulders, and then some hair. Hmm, this was supposed to be Jay, but it looks more like Lloyd. So I switched gears and added detail to the gi. When it was finished, I had to admit, it looked pretty good. I put the drawing on top of the desk and walked out of the room.

I was in a pretty nice apartment. The view from the window must have been the fourth or fifth floor. The dining room and the living room were a single room and the kitchen branched out from that. There was a door that probably led into another bedroom. Oh yeah, and there were two people.

"Oh, good. You're up," said a pretty looking lady. She had long brown hair and warm green eyes. She was in the kitchen making something that smelled amazing.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"The mayor said you might not remember. After all, you were asleep on your feet when we picked you up. Anyway, the foreign exchange program was successful."

"Are they still calling it a foreign exchange?" The man asked. He was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. He had short black hair that was starting to gray at the ends, and dark brown eyes framed by a pair of glasses.

The woman shrugged. "The mayor insisted on calling it that." She noticed I was still standing. "Oh, sit down." She turned back to the frying pan. "Do you want eggs and bacon?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yes please, Mrs..."

"Harper, but call me Carol. My husband's name is Dan. You're going to stay with us while you're here." She put a plate heaped high with eggs and bacon in front of me.

It was probably the best meal I'd ever had.

"Oh my goodness, thank you so much, Mrs. Har- Carol," I said through a mouthful of heaven.

She laughed, it was high and airy. "You're welcome! What was your name again?"

"Uh, Brooke."

"Alright then, Brooke, you should probably start getting to school soon. I've taken the liberty of packing your backpack with some notebooks and pencils."

"School?" I asked.

"Yes, the mayor agreed that you should start as soon as possible."

I sighed. I guess being in 'I don't know where doesn't mean I don't have any school. "Okay. How do I get there? Bus?"

"No, it's right outside."

"Oh." Now that she had mentioned it I could clearly see the high school through the huge window. It was literally right across the street. "Okay." Before I turned away I noticed that there were large chunks of buildings missing and that police tape was already everywhere. Chunks of rock and dust were sprayed across the street.

"You better get going. Just head to the office and they'll give you a schedule," Said Dan. "Good luck." I almost didn't hear him mumble, "you might just need it."

I stepped out of the apartment, carefully closed the door, and crumpled to the ground.

Alright. I thought, the severity of the situation finally catching up to me. What is going on? I took some deep breaths to try and calm myself. I've got to think about this one step at a time.

I don't know where I am: I could ask someone. I'd sound like an idiot, but I could ask someone.

I'm living with two strangers: They seem pretty nice, so no immediate problems there.

Buildings are falling apart: I'll steer clear of whatever happened to them.

And last but not least I apparently need a bucketful of luck, so I guess I'll keep my fingers crossed.

I sat there a little longer, then sighed and pushed myself up. "Let's go relive the first day of school."

A/N: What do you guys think? This is my first ever Self-Insert fic! And yes, I don't know anything yet.