Hey guys! Moonshine here!

I had this story in mind for a while now so I decided to write it all down today. I hope you guys enjoy it, and have a great day!

For those who are wondering about my other story, 'Soaring Through The Clouds', I will finish it. Just momentarily, I have lost inspiration for that story. But don't worry; I am halfway through the next chapter, I just don't know how to finish it. But I will finish the story, don't worry :)

Enough about that! PM me if you have anything you want to say, review, and enjoy!

If Only Things Were Different

Rachel had everything she ever wanted; a loving family, good grades and a promising future in sports. Then, in an instant, all of that is taken away from her. Suddenly transported into the warriors world, Rachel must find a way to save the Clans from destruction. But will she be able to save herself?

"Hurry up!" Mom yelled on the other side of the door. "You're going to be late for school!"

I groaned and looked at my alarm clock, which was sitting on my bedside table. It flashed; 7:20.

I sighed. "Mom, school only starts at 8 o'clock. I have a bunch of time," I muttered sleepily as I lay my head back on my pillow.

Mom frowned. "It takes ten minutes to get to Woodland Middle School. And don't you have tryouts for the school soccer team at 7:45?"

I immediately jumped out of my bed, feeling wide awake. "Ohmygosh! I totally forgot!" I yelped as I started to look for some clean clothes. Mom smiled.

"Come down to the kitchen when you're ready, honey. I made some pancakes!"

I quickly slipped some track pants on and I threw on a plain blue shirt. I rushed downstairs to the kitchen where the delicious smell of blueberry pancakes filled the air. I sat down at the table next to my older twin brother, Damien.

Damien started to snicker as soon as I sat down. "How was your wonderful snooze, Sleeping Beauty?" he joked. "Ha ha, very funny," I retorted. I rolled my eyes and quickly cut my pancakes.

I inhaled my blueberry pancakes as fast as I could. Just before we left, I put on my soccer gear. My shin pads, my cleats... As I was tying up the knots in my laces, I hear a little bark beside me. I look over and see my little Yorkie pup, Titus. I pat him on the head and he licks my arm. I laugh.

"Stop petting the dog! We gotta move!" Mom yelled again. I laugh once more and I finish tying up my laces.

When I was ready, Mom ushered Damien and I out the door faster than a cat being chased by a dog. "Bye Titus!" I call right before Mom locks the door.

We climb into Mom's tiny Prius car. Damien and I got squished in the back seat. I pulled out my favourite book of all time; Warriors, The Last Hope and started to read it for the five billionth time. But after a couple minutes, I got a little bored.

"Mom, can we listen to the radio? Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?" I begged.

"No! Listen to me sing instead! My voice is soooo wonderful..." Damien boasted.

Then he started singing (in a horrible voice that made babies cry) 'Baby' by Justin Bieber. It was chaotic.

"Help! No! Please! Stop! You're killing me!" I screamed and covered my ears with my hands.

We argued for a long time. Then Mom put on one of her horrible 80s CDs, so I guess we both lost.

"We are family! I got all ma sisters with me!" Mom sang along with her CD. Damien and I groaned loudly, but Mom didn't seem to hear us over her blasted 80s music.

I'm not quite sure what happened next...

Damien and I were both covering our ears when we suddenly feel our car lurch to the side. Eviscerated is the proper word for it. The Prius, with us inside, flipped over, and I heard a lot of screaming.

A drunk truck driver going 75 miles an hour just rammed into our little car.

I don't think I was ever in this much pain in my whole entire life. Combined.

My ribs. My lungs. My neck. My skull. Everything hurt so bad. My vision went black as we crashed and flipped into a ditch.

The whole side of the car broke. Pieces of metal where clanking here and there, and I knew that the car had totally fallen apart. I tried to move out of the rubble, but I wasn't able. I was completely numb. Agony shot through my whole body, yet I wasn't able to cry a single tear.

A couple minutes later, ambulances came. I couldn't see them, but I could hear them. My ears seemed to be the only things that were working.

I feel the car moving. I don't know what is moving it, and I don't care. The only thing that I was thinking was, I'm going to die.

I feel myself being placed on some sort of body tray. I forget what they're called. Don't make me end like this... Save Damien... Save Mom... Please...

Now, I have a huge headache and my consciousness starts to go fuzzy, but I can still hear what some of the paramedics are saying.

"Did you find all of them? We have a woman, a mother by the look of it, and her two children. Anyone else?"

I wanted to scream out Everyone's here! but I couldn't move a single muscle.

"There's so much blood everywhere..."

"The girl with the shin pads looks the worst..."

"The truck driver died on impact..."

"I think she has a punctured lung! We need to get her to a hospital pronto!"

"The mother is fine! Only a concussion. She's awake now! The boy too, but get him on a stretcher anyway. He looks in a lot of pain."

I wanted to yell with joy. At least my mother was alive! And if what the medics said was true, that I was the worst turnout, than Damien should be ok. Hopefully.

"Where are they?! Where are my babies?!" I heard Mom scream at the top of her lungs just before my hearing failed completely.

I heard nothing, I saw nothing. It felt as though I was swimming in a black sea of agony. I wanted to yell, scream, howl, cry. My blood was on fire.

I feel the paramedics hoist my bed-thing onto the ambulance. I can sense Mom next to me, crying, and I also know that Damien's stretcher was next to mine.

Someone's hand squeezed into mine as I felt a tube go up my nose, helping me breathe. The hand was probably my mother's.

I suddenly found the strength to whisper, "It hurts, Mom... I love you..."

And my consciousness slipped away.