Disclaimer: I don't won Full metal alchemist. If I did, I wouldn't be writing a disclaimer now would I?

Please no flames. this is my first time writing a fanfic and my ego's still pretty low. But I do want opinions.

Enjoy~

This is a story about a completely normal girl, living in a normal town, an average country, and a bland universe Nothing new or interesting. Just normal. As an normal girl, she couldn't say much about herself.

Looks, ordinary. Just waved brown hair and the same colored eyes to match, framed in glasses.

Grades, ordinary. Always Bs, no matter how hard she studied or ignored the subject.

Friends, none. It was almost like she was invisible. Then again, it's not as she wanted the people here to be her friends. They were all just as plain as her. Robots who do anything asked.

But that's what made her different, and probably the only thing too. She had a mind of her own.

Perhaps that was the reason she felt so out of place in the town. Her parents were like all the others. Just doing their jobs, making a living, and keeping their thoughts to just themselves and often to her, pointing out her flaws. And being an only child didn't help she would have had someone who would see her. Someone who, unlike her parents, could bring enjoyment into life.

But she had nobody.

That's the reason she never considered her house and family as 'Home' and 'Family'. It was just an empty void. Nothing to keep her alive.

That's probably why she didn't mind dying.

Wait, Dying? Now you're probably wondering about the mystery girl I described. 'What was her name?', 'What made her so different from everyone else?' And most importantly 'How did she die?' Well it all started back with an i-pod, family problems, and some crazy truck driver …

Prologue: The end and the beginning

Anna Richard stared out one of the many small windows on the school bus, finally going back to that place that was supposedly her 'home' once again, her I-pod plugged in her ears. It was an normal day outside, or at least where she lived. Gray clouds, gray homes, and the soft regular pattern of the rain, drops landing on the top side of houses, cars, and anything else the water could cling on to. She sighed, blocking out the already muffled sound of the other kids that surrounded her in favor of her I-pod.

The small electronic was her prized possession. It contained music, something that was rare in this place. It expressed emotion. A quality no one here has anymore.

All just relics of the past.

She listened internally to the song, paying no mind to her surroundings. Not like there was anything new anyway. She allowed herself a grim smile as she listened to the steady beat of her music, her head clear for the moment. 'Just another boring day at school' she thought with a sigh, her eyes downcast.

Even though she could feel that something new would happen today. Something different. A change. She woke up this morning and thought 'You know what, today, things are going to change'. She knew it.

So… where is it?

"Everyone off the bus!" She heard the bus driver holler. As on cue, the kids silently filed off the bus, spreading out on the street to their houses, each identical. She wanted to take it slowly though; to just sort out her thoughts for a bit. So she walked over to the only place she felt at peace, the local park. As she made her way to the park, she went to her home to drop of her backpack.

That's where the real drama started.

Anna's P.O.V.

Giving a heavy sigh, I dropped off my bag at the front door of my 'home'. "I'm back!" I call out, wondering if my 'parents' were even home that day. They usually aren't and when they are, our talks usually go along the lines of "Anna Richard. Why can't you be more like the other children your age?" And I'd reply:

"Because I'm different form the other children my age." Then my 'dad' would say something like

"You truly are a disgrace to the Richard name."

"Thank you, I try." And then I would usually storm up into my room, slamming the door behind me.

Ah yes, I sigh, such good memories of 'family time'. Of course, my luck just worsened. "Welcome back. Come over here, me and your father want to talk to you." My 'mom's' voice echoed from the kitchen. "It's very important." This was not good. Most of the time when my 'parents' have something "important" to say, it ends up as something I would want to run away form.

Readying myself to face my doom, I enter.

My parents had small smirks on their faces when I come into the kitchen. Not good.

I let my imagination run wild as I practically saw them hovering over me with greedy smirks. Heck, I could see knifes in their hands and drool coming from their mouths like they were going to eat me. Gulping, I attempt to play this cool.

"What do you want?" I ask as calmly as I can, which isn't much. My hands were sweaty and my eyes keep on darting around the room, refusing to make contact with either of theirs.

They notice too, making their false smiles a bigger.

"Well, Anna, your a big girl let me tell you this straight." Her 'mother' sung, words coated in false sweetness. For her to put so much effort into it, this can't be good.

My 'father' picked up where my 'mother' left off.

"You're getting married." I froze right on the spot. That was not what I was expecting. No, this was so much worse than I could think up. I was thinking something like 'You're going to be locked in your room for the rest of your life, cleaning toilets because your such a loser.' not 'your going to be bound to a complete stranger for the rest of your life because we want either money or political power'!

Processing the thought is just difficult. so I decided to do what any normal (considered different here) twelve year old would say.

"No way in hell."

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice." Her 'Father' continued in a sinister tone, acting as if her protest were not important enough to even bother listening too. "Your husband will be here in a weeks time for the wedding." Now it wasn't uncommon for people here to get forced into marriage for the better of their family but so soon... "I'm only twelve! You can't be serious! And in a week! I don't even know the guy!"

"I am serious though." And then an emotion I couldn't describe shoot through me. One I had never felt before. It wasn't pleasant at all, like I was suffocating, drowning in my own thoughts. A raging storm brewing with no eye to calm things down. Never had I felt so angry before. Usually I could deal with my parents crap but this time there was no self restraint. My usual cowardliness which caused me from making too big a fuss was gone.

I snapped.

And before another word could be spoken, I was out the door on the way to the park, my sanctuary.

Furious, I jammed my I-pod in my ears, and I continued to head to the park, but soon I found my anger transform to confusion. Why did I do that? Although I've disrespected my parents on a regular basis, I've never acted so childishly around them, even if I was a child my self. I've never flat out refused them. Ever. That was too dangerous an action. But now I did. I defended myself with no regrets. And soon, I begun to feel better. a light feeling took place in my chest and my steps seemed to bounce a little.

I had actually done it, I had stood up to my 'parents'.

And it felt great.

So great in fact, that I didn't see the speeding truck driver come over the horizon line as I crossed the street. I didn't notice the noisy honks coming closer in favor of listening to my music. I didn't notice the blaring headlights cross my vision. And than there was the realization of what was happening. And it was too late. The truck hit me straight in the side, causing me to tumble over like a rag doll. my i-pod flew off my ears and I hit the street with a sickening thud. Wincing, I try to piece together what was going on around me.

First off, I was now lying in a puddle of sticky red substance which I think is blood. Most likely my own.

Next, the truck driver was freaking out. Quickly he came over to me and inspected my limp body. "The little girl's a goner." He muttered. Next thing I knew he was driving off in a panicked manner. leaving me behind as road kill. Now I wanted to scream, to yell and holler at this guy for doing a hit and run, leaving my by myself.

It was unfair, I was just fixing my life! I wouldn't let it end. But... maybe dying wouldn't be so bad. Now that I have no regrets.

With that state of mind, sleep won over, and soon I drifted off, leaving my thoughts behind. Maybe now, I would go to wherever heaven is and get the peace I deserve.

Oh, how wrong I was...

Well did you like it? Did you not like it? please review!

I did some editing and stuff, but not much. Oh well.

Anna: What the heck? Why give my potential death a cliff hanger?

Amber: Because it's not even the first part of the story yet. And so, to see what happens next, tune in!

A preview of chapter two:

"So are you like my guardian angel or something?" She just laughed. A little to loud and long for my liking.

"ahaha... no. But I'll tell you who I am. I'm Helen. The angle who will decide your divine and heavenly judgement." Perfect