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Arianna's point of view

"I'm not taking another step, until we figure out what the hell we are doing here."  I groan coming to a halt facing one of the many endless streets we've been walking down. "How many more streets are we gonna wonder?"

"How many times are you gonna ask me questions I don't have the answers to?" Bonnie snapped, obviously frustrated and annoyed with me. "There's something weird about these cars.." She spoke again, her hands running along the hood of the car.

"Yeah they're all almost 20 years old or more..." I noticed, "Yet still look brand new."

"Arianna, look at this." Bonnie pointed, I turned around seeing the old Gilbert home-- the same house that Elena burnt down a year ago.

"Well, isn't that just lovely." Sarcasm dropped off my every word. I walked over to the lawn, picking up the newspaper. The first thing I notice was the date. My frown deepens as I showed it to Bonnie.

"Well, that explains it.. May 10, 1994."

She looked at me shocked. "Is that– Are we? That's impossible..."

I sighed looking at the Gilbert home.

"You might want to rethink your definition of impossible."

I throw my head back looking at the sky that seem to have gotten darker. The sun was gone and the eclipse was happening. I snatched the newpaper from Bonnie, I read over it once more.

"Oh, crap."

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"I wonder if there's any booze in this empty retroville." Now is not the time to turn into Damon.  "Okay Bennett talk me through this. We need to figure this out." I look at the witch who sat on the porch. She threw her head back as she started explaining it again. Although, we just went over it the pass twenty times.

"Before the other side collapsed my grams said that she made a sacrifice so I could find peace—"

I cut her off,  "And she thinks sending you to 1994 is paradise?"

"Obviously this isn't peace otherwise I wouldn't be stuck here with you, " She smirked.

I smirked back. "Well then."

"So, she must have. . . I don't know she sent me somewhere and when we held hands, I guess I took you with me." She finished explaining.

"Did she happen to say anything else? I don't know, maybe, let's say a clue to how the hell we get out of here?" I stood up. I just wanted to go back to the real world, leave Mystic Falls forever and get drunk for a century.

"No, but if we got here by magic then magic should be able to get us out." Bonnie didn't sound to convincing. I took notice to the frown on her face immediately am frustrated.

"And by that frown, I'm guessing you don't know if you have magic huh?" I huffed, my jaw clenching as I was trying to keep my temper from lashing out on her. This wasn't her fault.

Bonnie ignored my comment, looking toward the candle on the table. She was fixed on it for a moment before she took a deep breath and muttered what I assume was a spell. We both sat in silence for a while when we saw no flame, and no magic.

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I hummed, my lips pressed against the rim of the bottle. It was now an empty bottle. After another morning of waking up on May 10, 1994. And yet, going through another eclipse. Time didn't really matter to me anymore, which is why I was perfectly fine getting drunk at seven in the morning.

"I didn't know you cooked?" Bonnie walked into the kitchen. I stood in front of two plates of pancakes that I had prepared.

"You don't know a lot of things about me, witch."I replied handing her the plate.

"Oh look what I have, Miss cuddles. I lost her when I was nine but I went into my house and found her.. I also found this at my grams house," Bonnie showed me the teddy bear in her hands before pulling the grimoire out of her bag. "I thought I could practice more. Maybe my magic will come back."

"Maybe." I shrug, unlike Bonnie I didn't have much hope. "Now eat. And here." I tossed her a crossword puzzle. "Enjoy." I smirked as I sat at the table. She rolled her eyes when we both look toward the window, noticing the light at went away once again. I groaned running my hands through my hair. We are stuck in 1994 living the same damn day over again. This is hell.

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