Hello everyone, this is my first fan fiction ever, so please be nice to me. I got this idea a few days ago and decided to give it a go and see what people think, so please let me know. Bear in mind that this is only an introduction to the story and it will get better (hopefully). Also, English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes you may find and I will try to fix them.

Introduction

The 3rd of March sucked. Majorly. And not in the normal way, like when you're late for work or spill coffee all over your white shirt. This was on the top of my 'this-sucks-a-lot' list, and that's saying something because I'm the unluckiest person I-and everyone I know-know. But let's start from the beginning.

Hi, I'm Maya. I live in Manchester and I'm addicted to tea. Now that the introductions are over, let me tell you about the worst day of my life. It started perfectly normally, with me hating my life as I groggily stumbled out of my bed at 6:30 in the morning. After going through my morning routine while still half asleep, I went to my tiny kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. By 7 am, I was reasonably awake and leaving my flat in trainers with a banana in hand. I spent the next 45 minutes in a nearby park, jogging and cursing myself nearly every minute. Why am I doing this, again? When the image of zombies chasing after me has stopped being good enough motivation for continuing this dreadful activity, I gave up and went home.

The rest of the morning went surprisingly well and without any unpleasant accidents. I had a big breakfast, took a shower and mentally prepared myself for a university lecture. I got my backpack, petted my cat Muffin and began to walk to a bus stop without looking back. If I had known that was the last time I was going to see him, I guess I would have given him a treat as well.

Since I had only one lecture that day, I figured I might as well spend the time productively and go to a library for a study session. I popped into a shop to get some lunch and stock up on energy drinks and bars and then I was all ready to go torture my brain for a couple of hours. The library has been as magnificent as always, with its high ceilings, white pillars and quiet atmosphere. I sat at a table, put my earphones in and allowed myself to get lost in books.

I left the library at 5 in the afternoon and realised my mistake as soon as I exited the building. The sounds of traffic hit me like an ugly, smelly wave and I resignedly made my way to a bus stop, already dreading the extra time I would have to spend on the bus. I was half-way to the bus stop when it started raining. I pulled the hood of my jacket up without even slowing down and watched with amusement as a group of Chinese tourists exclaimed in surprise and dived into their bags for umbrellas. Oh yes, good old English weather.

It took me almost an hour to get to my bus stop, but I didn't really mind because I spent most of the ride snoozing and listening to music. It was slowly getting dark and it hadn't stopped raining yet. My jacket was still wet and I was shuddering in the cold wind as I was walking towards the building where my flat was. I was crossing the road when I saw something on it, right in the middle. I looked up and down the road and saw no cars coming, so I decided to investigate. I couldn't quite tell what it was-the road wasn't lit and the rain somehow transformed into a slight fog. It was the size of a shoe and looked furry. I carefully poked it with my foot and almost jumped back when it turned around and I realised I was looking at a dead rat.

''Bloody hell,'' I breathed and tried to calm my slightly accelerated heartbeat.

I was just about to kick the rat to the side of the road when I saw a flash of light out of the corner of my eye. I whirled around and my heart stopped when I saw a car speeding towards me. It was going too fast. I knew there wasn't enough time for me to move out of its way. I knew it wouldn't be able to stop in time. In the next few milliseconds, several thoughts flashed through my mind.

Not again was the first quickly followed by I'm going to die because of a bloody rat.

Lastly, there was: Father is gonna be so pissed, and I found some kind of sick pleasure in the thought that the last thing I did would make him mad. I could hear the car's tires screeching even through my music, Here comes the sun, and when it hit me, there was a small smile on my lips.

Then there was nothing.

Thank you for reading! :)