Hey everybody this is a squeal to "Savior for All Redeemer For Me" you'll understand the underlining issues in this story if you read that one first. This is the second story ever that I have written so constructive criticism is much appreciated but keep the flames within reason. My character has pyromaniac tendency so don't give her too much fuel.

This is in journal style writing. The story may appear choppy because of it. I have tried to fix flow issues but if I was not successful then REVIEW AND TELL ME THAT…Pretty please.

Not all characters are mine not all plots are mine I did get some ideas from Star trek Next Generation shows and movies. If you don't see them on the screen then they are mine or my friend/beta's so hands off we worked hard on them. She will hunt you down and kill you if you try to steal her men so just don't for your sakes okay. Anyway enjoy the show folks.

I would like to thank my one and only reviewer. Here is the next installment of Christy's life.

Life's Full Of Surprises

Chapter One: What the Hell Just Happened?

The ride we were on started to get really rough like I was on a rollercoaster with a belt that keeps popping off. There were screams in the air and shouts of "is this part of the ride?" filling the small space. My head slammed into the seat rest I was on and blacked out.

I came to and only three others woke up from that hellish ride also they were Megan, Nick, and Scott, my friends. I was no longer in my seat or anywhere near my seat. What ever happened to knock me out also ripped me from my seat and flung me around like an empty plastic bag in a hurricane.

I got up and started to look for my loved ones. They were all over the place. When I found any that were still asleep I would drag them to the isle. Eventually everyone that was riding when we rode the ride was dragged out to the isle. (Christy love I am so sorry to say this they were not sleeping. I am so sorry I should have kept this from happening. Dude she forgives you if you talk about it too much she will kill you. But but but * head slap* no buts idiot.)

Like I said my three friends that I invited to my birthday party were the only ones besides me that was awake. I was worried about our families I mean we woke up and each of us (except Nick) was the youngest in the family so why didn't they wake up too.

I knew this thing called a coma after all I had sort of been in one already so I prayed that they were only in a coma and would wake up soon. I would pray this prayer for months. They never woke up it wasn't until those months later I found out why they never would wake up again. (*Crying*)

But I get ahead of myself. I tried to find out what happened by talking with the others. Megan told me just how rough a ride it was. She remained awake long enough to see the jolt that caused me to fly out of my seat that jolt is what caused her to lose consciousness.

Okay we checked each other over for injuries and except for some huge bruises and separate knocks to the head we were pretty free of damage. So next on the list is to try the door. After all if the ride was that out of control then there should be rescue people outside waiting to help us. I did wonder why they didn't show up yet. In fact it was awful quiet out there. I was starting to get a bad feeling about this (A/N shout out to all the Star Wars Geeks like me lol). (Sounds like Obi-wan.)(Now forget the out of character thingy Arlen stop laughing it is not that funny, Stupid, Jedi.)(I saw pictures you were all stupid Jedi once.)

We get to the door and it appears intact and completely undamaged. I stopped them before they touched the door. I told them to spread out and look for any damage to the walls, ceiling, even the floor. I am telling you people there was no damage to this place but everyone is out cold except us. (Side note: Someone's going to get it.)

Now I let us try to open the door. The door was easy to open actually and we stood in the doorway looking out. The only thought I had at the sight we saw was 'Dorothy we are no longer in Kansas and Oz just entered desertification.'(I am not the tin man.) (I agree he's not that shiny.)