A Meeting In My Dreams

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one but Megan. I don't know if I'll get a lot of people to

read this. So. Here ya go! Remember, I own nothing. NOTHING!

(A.N.): If any ideas in this have occurred in other peoples stories, I didn't know.

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tell me and I'll do my best to change it for you. If you like it review, and if you hate it

review. I'll take any reviews at this time. And it's NON YAOI! Just so you know.

This first part is just an overview of what happened.

It all started a couple of months ago, in December when a snow storm hit my state.

All the schools in the general vicinity were closed, except ours. We lived out in the

boonies, a field pretty much, so the Superintendent didn't care if anything happened.

No one would know. It was six in the morning and I was taking my time, not only for the

sake of being safe, but to calm my friend Jamie down. It worked a little, but the pressure

of bad feelings overwhelmed the both of us. Though neither of us would admit it, we were

uneasy about driving.

"Do you think we should complain to the leader of the education bureau in this

district? I mean, this is really ridiculous, making us go to school today." Said Jamie

for the seventeenth time, though Megan didn't mind, it didn't bother her. She was thinking

the same thing and knew that if she wasn't the one driving, she'd be saying the same

things to Jamie.

"I think we should. This is ridiculous!" Shouted Megan. The snow had started up again,

and the visibility was slowly becoming worse. Her windshield wouldn't defog, though she had

it on full blast, and she was hunched over her stirring wheel, going about thirty down the

road. She slowly slowed down and went down to about five, thanking God that she had woken

earlier to drive to school. The normally five minute drive was taking an hour and they were

coming on the curves near the school. Just a little farther.

The next road came up slowly and Jamie kept complaining. Megan knew the moment they

would get there, the Principal would cancel school and she would have to turn around and

slowly trek back to town again. It's happened before, so what's stopping it from happening

again.

The snow only worsened and when they finally got into the middle of the intersection

did their bad dreams come to life. A truck came speeding down the road and couldn't get any

traction on the road due to the ice and the snow. It slammed into the front of Megan's car

and for some reason the door swung opened, her seat belt snapped, and Megan flew out of the

car, leaving Jamie and the car and truck to slide into a guard rail, slide forward and into

a ditch.

Megan lay there looking up at the black sky that was suddenly becoming lighter and the

ice she laid on made her aware of all the pain. A car traveling behind them slowed to a stop

and three boys filed out of the car and surrounded her.

The last thing she remembered were the stressed questions of 'Are you alright?'

'Remind me to sign a petition to fire the superintendent and make sure he never works

in a school district again.' Thought Megan, as she came back and was aware that it was cold

and she was in pain. Her eyes were still closed, but she knew where she was. Wait a minute.

She wasn't where she was. It was far too cold to be her town. Megan opened her eyes and saw

the dim sky. Apparently the sun disappeared. Wait. There were no trees. Megan turned her head

a little. No road. Slowly Megan sat up and saw that not only was she not at home, she was in

the middle of no where. Distant mountain framed the horizon. There were no mountains where

she lived. Only hills. 'What the heck!'

Megan struggled to get up and pain shot through her arm and her leg. She didn't care

though. She was too worried about where she was. It was a nightmare. She was dreaming. The

accident must've knocked her head around pretty good if she was invisioning that she was

in the middle of Alaska, maybe. Her gaze was unsteady, and her glasses were fogged up. She

was thankful for not walking out of the house with wet hair and knew that that saved her

from a quick brain freeze. Her walket and purse laid next to her and she struggled to

bend over and pick it up. She stood for a moment and thought that she would die alone in the

middle of no where and she wished that if she had to die, God would've put her some place

warm.

Megan sighed heavily and thought about just sitting there until she died, until she noticed

smoke coming up from the mountains. A small speck of hope shined in her eyes and she began

to limp towards the mountains.

(A.N.): Sorry so short. There's another chapter though. So have fun. PLEASE REVIEW!