It's the Simple Things that kill you

By bellacitron

Chapter one

wait, what?

My eyebrows knitted together in a precariously tottering grimace. Why would I ever think he was going to give me a ride?Its not like I dont know hes really buisy with the whole police chief thing, I thought morosely. How am I going to go grocery shopping, with my imaginary car?I asked myself. I glanced at my neon pink Barbie watch. I love those cerial box mail away toys. Its like a little present for eating. It was eight o' five, five minuets before class, and I still had a few miles to go. I would be late for my very first day of Forks high, home of the Trojans. Rah, Rah. I returned the earphones to my already throbbing ear drums. securing my gray and black stripped hood over my head and tucking my long auburn hair behind my ever so slightly pointed ears, I wiped the rain from my face, suddenly glad I didn't put makeup on. I looked down at my sweater. It had seemed like the perfect thing to wear this morning but now, I was soaked through. A swift breeze wobbled the tree limbs hanging across the road. I shivered like a scared chiwawa. I was too wet and getting wetter, and at this rate I would have pneumonia before I got to school.

The shade beneath the towering redwood trees across the road was almost completely dry, and more than exceptionally inviting. I looked up and down the four lane stretch of deserted highway, nobody was coming. My head was bent, shielding my eyes from the glare of the white clouds and the wickedly stinging drops of water. I watched my new white sneakers turned gray from the rain shuffle in a slow trudge I had adopted after the first two or three miles. I watched as I passed the double yellow line that marked the middle of the road and my hair flop into my face from behind my ear. I watched the little droplets of rain turn to snow before they hit the ground. What I didn't notice was the headlights, or the loud music, or the screeching of tires.

Impact sent me hurdling a hundred feet in the air. With no air in my lungs landing, if possible, landing hurt ten timed as much as being hit with what looked like a shiny sports car.I coughed and wreched as my lungs expanded, touching my broken ribs. A dreadful beast had its claws in my belly, squeezing my heart and lungs. The number of beats my heart drummed every minuet dwindled pitifully.

"I knew today would end badly. Well, I guess I was right" I whispered to myself, not wanting my last words to be "Wow, he cant cook anything but fried eggs and bacon," witch they very well would have been if I hadn't said something.

The world grew darker by the second. The last thing I saw was a pair of masculine legs running gracefully toward me.