I turned around slowly as I saw the little wisps of detail float over my shoulder. I looked at my follower, seeing his face only. He was cloacked in a dark, black cape that flowed like it was only a shadow. His eyes, dark as midnight, followed my gaze as I looked him over. I looked back up to his pale, white face and gasped as his voice floated out, strong but barely over a whisper.

"Tiffany." Was all he said.

Chapter 1

Morning sounds floated through my cracked open window like soft awakenings. My own personal alarm, I always joked. I stretched as the bed silently bounced up and down as I moved my legs. I looked at my real alarm and saw it was 7.

Shit. I thought.

I immediatley got up and dressed in a flowy orange shirt, midnight black pants and orange pumps. (YES! PUMPS!!!)

I flew down stairs, grabbed an orange (I ADORE oranges!) and rushed out to my mustang. (my future car! PLZ MOMMY AND DADDY!!!??)

I put my keys in the ignition and sped off towards my highschool (uh… tell me what highschool! I wont write until I have atleast 5 highschool recomidations! Plz!)

This is not the best day ever though. Rain and ice don't do any good when you try to turn way too late for a turn. Not at all.

I heard the screech of my tires and even smelled the burns it left on the road. I looked at the cracked glass and my body, bloody inside.

WTF! I… I was just in there.

I looked at the trees and smelled the pine coming off them. The feel of grass was so much more extroidinary than the feel of it as a human.

I twisted my head at the sound of sirens.

THANK god for that immediate telling crash thingy. (uh… made that up! Lol)

I turned back to the woods. I looked at my arms. The same tan arms were there, no scars or anything. The perfect tan I wanted all along was there. Then down at my legs the same tan, perdect skin. I looked at my nails. The manicure really made them look good. They had "fake" nails on and they were airbrushed with a pink and silver. The picture was a silver moon and pink clouds. I looked at my shirt and saw it wasn't the same orange shirt but a white, snow-looking, silky dress. I wouldn't really call it a dress. More a wedding dress.

I didn't freak out. Not really. Not until it hit me. Not until life hit me.

My life. My precious life. All gone. Wasted. Nothing to do about it. All my friends and my boy friend GONE! It couldn't end this way. No it couldn't. I looked up, back to the forest. I squared my shoulders, looked at my back again. I saw thin, silky white wings there. No. My life wasn't completley over. My life just began.