Hey! So, this is a good ole Modern Girl Goes to Fandom WorldTM fic. First in a neverending series it seems. Seriously, I have a ton of drafts floating around my Google Drive. It's kind of upsetting. Like, any fandom I am in, you can bet there's a fanfic in progress for.

Disclaimer: I don't own stuff. Duh.

Chapter One: Life Before Death

Arden woke to her alarm blaring in her ears. She rubbed her bleary eyes, picking eye-boogers out of her tear ducts. She angled her head to see her clock, squinting to make out the vibrant blue numbers. The clock read 4:49A.M. Arden had a thing where she refused to set her clocks to any normal time, like 4:30, or 4:45, or 5:00, or 3 in the afternoon. Whenever she set an alarm, it was always some obscure time, today being a prime example. A loud groan erupted from Arden as she wondered whose idea it was to get up so early. She rolled over so she was laying on her stomach. Then she rolled again. As she rolled once more, she ran out of mattress to roll on, and made impact with the hardwood floor of her bedroom. She repeated the groan.

Slowly, she climbed to her feet, and stumbled out into the hallway, clumsily avoiding creaky floorboards. Arden leaned against the railing heavily, making her way sluggishly down the wooden staircase. She meandered into the kitchen and bunglingly set a pot of coffee on to brew. After retrieving her mug from the dishwasher, she slumped in one of the abused kitchen chairs and absentmindedly picked at the torn red fabric.

The coffeemaker made a little ding noise, and Arden grasped the handle of the coffeepot, carefully filling her mug as high as she could without spilling.

By the time Arden had drained her coffee mug for the third time, it was 5:15, and she was finally alert. She rinsed off her mug in the sink and placed it in the dishwasher, then sped back up the stairs for a shower.

While waiting for the water to heat up, Arden sat on the toilet seat, wondering if she ever finished her calc homework for the weekend. Unable to recall, she sprang up and retrieved her binder from her black bag, which was lovingly adorned with pins and patches. Upon discovering that she did, indeed, complete her homework, she let out a whoop of joy, and jumped in the shower.

After discovering that her hairbrush was traitorously absent, and a few minutes of searching and coming up with nothing, she decided she didn't really care about her mop of red waves. She twisted her hair up into a messy bun, and secured it with bobby pins and a poofy black hairtie.

She then decided she didn't really care about any of her appearance, and grabbed whatever she first saw out of the closet. She ended up with a fairly decent pair of skinny jeans, and a dark green XXL shirt that hung halfway down her thighs, and was riddled with holes. She snagged a black tanktop to wear under the hole-y shirt, and donned her clothes.

She trotted out into the living room, and turned the TV over to her favorite weather channel, the one with cartoon clouds and bad elevator music. Based on the forecast, it was going to be chilly, and thusly she chose to wear her softest, fuzziest socks and her boots that had appalling pattern, but soft soles and great arch support.

She poked her head into the master bedroom, wondering if her mom ever returned home the night before. She saw only the same empty, unmade bed and sighed. She didn't really expect anyone to be there.

Then, she snatched her good ole laptop. It was a bit slow, and had a tendency to overheat in the summer, but she loved it nonetheless. She flipped on the lights in the lounge, and curled up on the couch. She traced imaginary patterns with her mouse while waiting for the system to start up. After a few long minutes, she came to the decision that she would watch SnK for the umpteenth time.

Oblivious to the amount of time that had passed, Arden glanced up at the clock on the wall, and hoped that she'd misread it. First period had started 3 minutes before.

For a moment, she considered just skipping, but when she imagined Mr. Neren's condescending tone, she decided against it. She quickly scurried up the staircase, grabbed her backpack, and turned around with a flourish. Opting out of racing down the stairs, she slid down the banister, quickly scooped the keys to her battered old truck off the counter, and sprinted out the door, scarcely remembering to lock it behind her.

She hopped into the front seat, and threw the car into reverse, screeching down the road, far above the speed limit.

She hardly saw the semi-truck coming. It caught in her periphery, and only then did she realize that she was unbuckled. She desperately slammed her foot down on the brakes, but it was ineffectual. It seemed as though time was speeding up, contrary to what they always say in books about it slowing. No, no, it was going fast. Very. She heard a loud scream, and belatedly realized that it was her. Then came a second of the worst pain she'd ever felt. 'Goodbye, world." She though dramatically as everything faded to nothing.

Wow, hi! This kind of being rewritten a little, but mainly my writing is probably gonna improve the further we go along? Hopefully? You'll probably get a headache reading some of my old stuff, but hey, what can you do? Maybe when I finish this version I'll update a slightly modified one again!