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Prologue

Annie hated change, she really did.

She was in her final year of highschool and it was finals week. She'd stayed up all night the past two nights studying for the stupid things, but her effort paid off in the end and as school ended that day, she felt confident in how she'd done.

All she really wanted to do was go home and collapse in bed for the next threedays, but a couple of classmates invited her to a party, and after much persuading she'd agreed to go, thus pulling a third all nighter. As she walked home early the next morning and collapsed in bed, little did she know her world was about to change.

Chapter 1

My stomach and bladder woke me up three days later. I rolled over in my warm bed and peered blearily at my alarm clock, groaning when I saw it read 3:11am.

"Come on, just a few more hours?" I pleaded with my body, "I'm so tired, I don't wanna get up," I continued, whining.

I curled up again, pulling my blankets tighter around me and closed my eyes. A few minutes later I sat up quickly and threw the blankets off with a growl.

"Fine!" I grumbled, getting up and heading to the bathroom after sending one last longing glance at my nice, warm, soft bed.

I flipped the light on, wincing at the brightness, then looked in the mirror.

I have a little shriek of horror at the sight of my hair.

"Oh my god, I look like I lost a fight with a weed whacker," I muttered, turning to the shower. "Shower is definitely first," I said, nodding firmly

Twenty minutes later had me in my dark kitchen, slumped against my very empty fridge dejectedly.

"Why me? I don't want to go out at this time! Why is there no food?!" I whined to myself.

But when my stomach growled again, demanding to be fed, I sighed, grabbed my jacket and stuck a twenty in the pocket, and exited the apartment, locking it behind me.

Another half hour passed and I smiled happily as the nice McDonald's lady handed me my food. I looked in the bag and seeing my chicken nuggets, french fries, and a large orange juice, I headed out, munching absentmindedly on a fry as I headed home.

"Miss? Would you be so kind as to share a few of your fries with me? I haven't eaten in a few days, and I'm so hungry," a creaky old voice distracted me and I looked over to see an old homeless lady sitting on a bench.

I looked down at my bag of food sadly then sighed and walked over to her. I held the bag and my drink out to her.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, "oh no, I couldn't take it all! That's your food!" She exclaimed.

I smiled at her and set it down on the bench beside her.

"It's OK, I can get more, besides, I want you to have it, you need it more than I do," I said, smiling cheerfully.

"Thank you very much!" She said, dipping her head in gratitude.

I shrugged, feeling uncomfortable and said, "its no big deal, I'm just doing the right thing,"

The old lady studied me for a moment before speaking.

"So you say, and yet nearly everyone else would have ignored me and kept walking," she said.

I snorted, "well, that'd be wrong of me. I believe in doing what's right if I'm able," I told her, crossing my arms.

"I see, well in that case, I'd like you to have this," she said, reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a dirty, old looking paper bag.

I took it tentatively, hoping it wasn't an old moldy sandwich or something.

I opened it slowly and peered inside. I gasped at what I saw. Tilting the bag, I tipped an ornate, antique looking necklace into my hand.

"It's beautiful!" I whispered in awe.

And it was, a large rose made of what looked to be rubies and emeralds hund from a delicate gold chain that had tiny white flowers traveling up it. The thing had to have been worth a fortune.

"There's no way I can..." I started passionately, glancing up, "accept this?" I finished, confused by the dark and empty street in front of me. There was no one in sight, the old lady had disappeared.

"What the heck?" I said aloud, looking around then back down at the piece of jewelry in my hand.

"I guess in can turn it in tomorrow," I said, reluctantly putting it back in the bag and starting home again.

When I reached my apartment I frowned at the sight of a large piece of cream paper that was taped to my door.

Curious, I removed it, unlocked my door and went inside.

Taking a seat at my kitchen table, I opened it and began to read. My face paled in shock.

"This is impossible! How'd that old lady find my home!" I squawked, dropping the paper.

After a second though, my curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up again, reading where I'd left off. As the letter went on I felt my eyes getting wider and wider. When I was finished I leaned back and stared into space silently, trying to wrap my mind around what I'd just read.

I was tempted to just laugh it off as the ramblings of a crazy homeless lady, except for the fact that she seemed to know everything about me. She had gone to great trouble to assure me in the letter that what she was saying was true and had included personal things about me that noone except my dad had known.

"Well, as crazy as it sounds, I guess the only way to find out is to try it," I muttered, taking the necklace out again. I reread the instructions and feeling a bit stupid, slipped it over my head.

"Turn twice left, quarter turn right, and push in," I mumbled, following my words. The necklace made a soft click and changed color.

I gulped, staring at a now pure black rose with three red commas and slowly let it fall to touch my bare skin.

My eyes widened comically when the air pressure increased and a long rip opened up in the space in front of me.

"Oh shit!" Were my last words as the tear pulled me in.