It was darker than usuall on a wensday night with a slight touch of heavy rain. "Eurgh," I sighed. Obvs someone up there is crying with relief that i'm out of that prison. My name is Taylor Rose. I know, what a great name, but really, it's just a name. Anyways, im 17 years old and currently studying at Skypiea- like a sixth form place thing. I'm an art and photography geek but don't do too nicely with my other lessons, english and science; which I've just had today. And to make matters even worst I missed the bus. resulting in my having to walk home.
"Gowd, I need a hot chocolate or something when I get home... Gah" Ok so im a little bit over dramatic at times too.
Although I loved the rain- and it wasn't something you could enjoy with a heavy school bag- I thought that the weather was changing into something more of a storm than just rain. I began to walk faster- ok, more like speed walk- until I got to the pathway that leads into the park. If I cut through into the park I'll get home quicker.
"Plan!" I whispered.
I was half-way through the park along the river side when out of nowhere BAM! A massive flash spooked me causing me to fall. I closed my eyes tight, ready for the impact of the floor, except it never came, just a breeze. Oh gowd maybe im dead, and im like a spirit or something, I stupidly thought. My eyelids opened steadily and my bright blue eyes were ready to witness my fate. When they did all they saw was grey and white whirls, like a vortex of doom. "What the frick?" I shouted. Then I realised I was still falling. "Oh no, I have died!" crying against the breeze of the vortex. I called it the vortex BEcause i didn't know what it was. It was like tunnel, leading to my fate for all i knew. All that was going through my mind was the image of my family and friends finding out I'm gone all because of a stupid idea... Great. A funny sensation was tinglying all over my body- especially at my fingertips. I'd rasied them up to find my short, small fingers were changing into a different colour skin. Or different something. It was odd and this something was travelling up my arms and all over my body. I panicked. Next thing i knew gaint white swirls of lights engulfed me. It was over in seconds. The light faded away and I was still falling, only this time I seemed to be falling from the sky! I screamed and screamed falling faster and harder through the air.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" I screamed to anyone, or anything, just begging for help as I neared the ground below me. No reply or action was taken. I stopped screaming and got ready to meet my death, closing my eyes so tight it hurt, waiting for the impact once again.
"Hmmm" assuming whether or not I should have hit the ground by now. I mean, I didn't feel any wind in my face. "FUCK! Where did you come from? Get off me!" Suddenly my eyes shot opwn and I found myself, alive and well, sitting on top of some dude. I slid off his hard back, which was probably pounding with pain by now, and helped him up. "IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO! SORRY! ARE YOU OK?" I worried for my saviour. He just stretched his back and scowled ;a scowl that seemed to be kind of funny in a way. But that wasn't the point.
"Tch, it's ok... just... where the hell did you come from?" he questioned me. His deep brown eyes poured into mine.
"Erm... the sky?" I stupidly answered.
His scowl turned into an even more confused look. His look. And thats when I realised he looked different to any normal person. He looked... he looked like an ANIME person. I looked at my fingers and touched my face, I battled with my thoughts asking myself if this was real.
"Um, are you ok?" the boy asked. I snapped out of my thoughts when i felt a sense of horror and power coming towards us. Looked like the boy had picked up on i too. "Really?" I thought it was too much getting thrown at me at once and now there was a massive, ugly, skull-faced monster looking right at me. I went to scream but the boy pushed me away, kicking the monster right in the face... amazing. Parazlyed, I just sat on the ground and watched the scene before me.I debated whether or not to move but the boy was gonna get killed by that thing if I didnt help him. I quickly jumped to my feet and not having a clue what to do I went to punch the ugly thing but...
"Oh no" next some red haired guy tackles me,ties me up and swings me over his shoulders before carrying me... here.

"Aaaaand thats how i got here? I'm not whatever you said i was?" Taylor argued, "so you can untie me and... eurgh, whats the point" defeated. Taylor sat around a table on the floor, tied with rope around her skinny, shaken body, staying strong with attitude. "What the point is young lady, is that you claim to say you fell from the sky from a different world," said an old man wearing a green and white hat and clogs, his white hair set just above his eyes. "Look please bel-" the young blond girl was cut off when the door slid open, introducing a couple both with orange hair. "Maybe there, that lad's parent's, he had orange .. well yellow-orange hair?" The linking couple sat down opposite Taylor, not daring to unlink each other anytime soon. " Ahh. Mr. Yuahara... Wha-" the orange haired man was interuptted by his wife. "Why is that lovely girl tied up?" she softly asked looking straight at her. The old man turned to her and back to Taylor. "Tessai, please move Miss Rose into the back room while I discuss this with Ichigo and Orhimie." Taylor became shocked as a large, tanned, old man wearing a apron came through and pick her up like she weighed nothing. Gently placing her down on the floor in the other room, sliding the door shut behind him. "Eurgh what the hell's going on? I must be dead and i'm dreaming... yeah thats right... dreamming" she whispered, "then why does it feell all so real?".
The only light in the room was the moon light coming in through the window. She hadn't even realised how long she'd been kept in there but it was night time and all she wanted was a hug off of her mum. The mumbles from the others talking had become inaudiable.
"Great," she sighed.
"Psht... hey, you," Taylor jumps, turning around to see the window wide open with her orange-yellow haired saviour standing outside it, "Can you walk?" his scowl became deeper as he scanned her tied body.
"I- I think so... why?" slighty confused.
"Just make your way to the window and I'll get you outta here. That stupid old man, thinking your dangerous" he whispers to himself.
Taylor didn't know what to do but wanted out, so rose to option; hobbling over to the window.