New fic, and it's 1D!, ok, so, here goes nothing.

Prologue dedicated to: You, who's reading this story

I looked out of my window, watching the snowflakes spiral down, dancing their way in the wind. The moonbeams lit up the ground, showing how quickly it was settling. The met office had warned that there would be heavy snow tonight, but we didn't imagine anything on this scale. It was at least a good few inches already, and it was predicted to last until dawn tomorrow. If the weather remained this cold, we would be stuck for at least a week, not including when it would melt and turn into black ice.

But as usual my mum had gone a little overboard in the snow preparation. We probably had enough food to feed an army for an entire month. It didn't really matter; it would just be thrown away. Regrettable, but unavoidable.

I was tempted to open my window. I wanted to run outside, throw my hands to the sky, and dance around whilst the snow fell around me. I've always loved doing such things. Running through the rain, as if it doesn't matter. My friends think it strange that the rain helps me sleep. I don't know why, it just relaxes me somehow. I love nature, it makes me feel at home. But that's just me, slightly delusional, but perfectly harmless. Except when it comes to Victoria, but that's another matter.

I suppose I should say a little about myself. I live in a small village in southern England. My name is Miriam Castillo-Ramsey. Yeah, I'm part Spanish, but that's from my grandpa. We don't really speak about that bastard; he beat up my nana, before divorcing her before my mum was even born. My family used to be quite poor, but then my dad was clever, and worked his way up in the world. Now he's a boss at Vodafone, earning enough to send me to a private school. Now don't think I'm a snobby bitch just because I go to a private school. I'm not, and it's not even an expensive one, it doesn't do boarding, but it's enough to 'train me'. Apparently I'm clever like my parents, but it's hard to feel like that when two of your best friends are in the top 100 mathematicians in the country under 18. And we're only 15 or 16. I had my 16th just before Christmas. Born on the 13th, like Taylor Swift, one of my favourite artists, among many. Oh, and I'm a chocoholic.

Anyway, enough about me. This is about the way my life changed forever, simply because of a snowstorm.

I sat there, wrapped up in a warm shawl blanket thing. I don't really know what you could call it. Anyway, I was reading one of my favourite books, again, Looking for Alaska by John Green. I had just read the part when Miles and the Colonel discover Alaska has died, which naturally, was bringing tears to my eyes, and causing me once again to contemplate the meaning of life, when lights caught the corner of my eye. Wiping my eyes, I saw a car struggling to get up the steep hill just outside my house. What were they doing driving on a night like this? I jumped off the window seat, running to grab my boots. I know this area, and also that there is no way that car could make it up that hill in this weather with mere engines alone. My dad caught my arm on my way out the door.

'What do you think you're doing Miriam?'

I made my answer brief, already pulling away. 'There's a car trying to get up that hill!'

I was already outside before he could say anything. The coldness of the air made me pause a little, but I ran out, ignoring it.

By the time I reached the hill, the car had slid to the bottom. A couple of people had got out to push it, but it was no use, the hill was too steep. I could barely see through the snow, and the wind overshadowed my voice.

I yelled loudly at the figures 'It's no use – you'll have to leave it!'

The one closest to me yelled back 'Where shall we go, we can't sleep all five of us in this car!'

There were five of them, when did that happen? I could only see two, were they in the car? Were they not helping? Though looking about I thought I saw shadowing figures behind the first two.

'You'll have to follow me- there's nothing else you can do!'

My voice spoke before I could think. Great, now we'd have five strangers staying the night. The closest figure nodded, and beckoned for the others to come and follow me. I led them back to the house, where my father was standing, looking out for me. I ushered the strangers into the house, not taking a proper look at any of them. I took of my boots, and left my now soaked shawl-wrap thing on a nearby radiator. Shaking my long dark hair free of snowflakes, I turned to see the strangers.

My first thought?

Oh crap, Luna is going to kill me in my sleep

Yay! prologue complete!

Signed, Sabrina x