AUTHORS NOTE:

Hey guys. So I've had this idea for a while now, and it's kind of a "spin-off" of Ashley's story, RTF. It has the same OC (original characters) which are Maya Anne Colt (Me) and Colette Ivy Sommers (Ashley). This first chapter is kind of short, but you'll get the jist of it. So, yeah. Enjoy!

{I also want to take a moment and thank Ashley. She is my bestest Deanie Girl ever, and I love her to death. She is awesome and sweet and cool, and I give her full credit for this original story idea. She actually has been my inspiration to write this certain story. Make sure you check her stories out and tell her how amazing she is!

Love you Deanie Girl! 4 ;) }

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People say that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Others say that you'll see a bright white light before you go. I, however, had a different ending. My life - what I remember of it - did not flash before my eyes, nor did I see a bright white light. Instead of that, I clearly remembered that warm sunny afternoon in the tailend of '09, when I was walking home with my friend Colette. All it took was one phone call, two people, and my life took an unexpected detour down a dark road from which I would not return.

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"Hurry up slow poke!"

Colette's voice cut through my thoughts, jolting me awake. I lay underneath the covers, shivering from my recent nightmare. The bright sun poured into my bedroom, illuminating everything it's yellow, milky light touched.

I groaned, not ready to get up, and turned over, burrying my face in my light blue pillow. "Does class really have to start this early?" I mumbled, opening my eyes to see the darkness that surronded me since my face was pressed against the pillow.

I heard Colette laugh. "Yes, Maya, it does. And hurry, because I heard if were not there early, he'll make us write an essay on the very. First. Day." Colette's voice got dramatic as she ended the sentance, and I nearly jumped a few feet in the air as she tickled my sides.

"Colette!" I shrieked, standing up, my whole body stiff. My heard pounded in my chest as I stared at the blonde laughing in front of me. "It's not funny, Cole!" I snapped, glaring at her as I headed towards the mirror, frowning at the reflection.

"Oh, it was definitly funny. Plus, I got it all on video," Colette said, a huge smirk on her face. I turned around, staring at her with narrow eyes.

"Video?" I asked cautiously, my eyes narrowing more.

Colette nodded, her blonde curles bouncing with her head. She pulled her hand out from behind her back, revealing a small black Flip video camera.

I gaped at my friend, unable to believe she'd gotten that on video. "Colette!" I exclaimed, running towards her. She just smiled widely before darting out of the room. I heave an irritated sigh before running after her, leaping over a pile of dirty laundry. "Colette give me the damn video camera!" I hollared after her, pulling my messy bedhead hair into a ponytail.

Colette stood by the open window, the hand that held the camera outstretched outside it. I stopped in the entrance of the kitchen, my mouth open. "You wouldn't dare," I said, glaring at the blonde.

She giggled and let the camera go a little bit. I gasped and lurched foreward just as the black device slipped from her grasp. I growled, my eyes, peircing into Colette's. "I swear to God if someone finds that video camera, you're dead," I said before turning on my heels and heading out the door of our appartment. Colette's laughter bounced off the walls behind me as I slammed the door shut, pounding down the steps.

I can't believe her I thought as I rounded a corner, heading down more steps. But that was Colette Ivy Sommers. My best friend since grade school. We'd shared a pack of 62 colored pencils with a sharpener on the back. Best friends ever since. And yes, Colette Ivy Sommers did happen to be sometimes annoying and loud, and her love for pie and hard rock was a bit disturbing at times, but we were like sisters, and I knew I'd be lost without her.

That's why we decided to go to the same college together, Columbia College in Chicago, Illinois. It was where we could both follow our passions, our dreams. Colette's was to be a band manager, and she was already working that out with a local rock band in town. Me? I wanted to be a professional photographer, so I went to study photography.

When Colette and I had first gotten to Chicago, we'd stayed up the night before, blasting Led Zepplin, craming our faces full of junk food, pie (which Colette proudly supplied with her "excellent" baking skills.) and endless bottles of champaign. That is why today, for our first day of class, I looked like I'd been run over and kicked into a ditch a few times.

I finally made it down to the ground and went around a corner, my bangs falling into my face.

"Is this your camera?"