If you recognise it, it ain't mine.

I heard the engine roar.

I turned, Bella next to me. Ellie, Sophia, Tony and Thea were already across the road, Kara holding Tony and Thea's hands.

The car sped towards us. There was no time. I knew what I had to do. Really, it was selfish. They would have to live with it; I got the easy track.

I shoved Bella towards the pavement.

Pain exploded everywhere.

*World switch*

Birds chirped all around me and I hurt everywhere. Yay! I opened my eyes: I was in a forest.

"Is this past or something? Like, I got transferred to the past?" I mused to myself.

The white noise in the background increased, becoming frantic speech.

"She's awake!" and stuff like that. I looked down and groaned. I was still in my preppy school uniform: that I could not move in. If I was in another era or some crap like that I could at least have some decent clothes.

"Lass!" a bearded face appeared over me. Well, it was Movember but this really took the cake. "Lass! Can you hear me?" I nodded. "I need you to sit up."

I tried (tried being the key word) to sit up, using my arms as supports.

"Thorin…"

Suddenly I was pushed up by someone else's arms behind my back.

"When is this?" I mumbled.

"The girl is clearly delirious." another person scoffed. I guessed he was Thorin. Dickhead.

"What did she say?" asked the first.

"I said, WHAT YEAR IS IT?" What?

"2941, Miss." Said a younger voice.

WHAT!?! Is this what Earth looks like in the future? I'm in deep shit.

"Hey Dwalin, what's this?" A short guy held up my hockey stick.

"I don't know." said Dwalin.

"It's a hockey stick." I called.

I realised my arm hurt. "Ow."

"Yeh've got a fracture." the first guy informed me.

I stood up and stumbled over to large group. At the centre was my backpack, tennis racquet and hockey stick. The short men made way for me.

One, with a bald monk spot and a doughnut beard, held up a shin pad.

"Ooh, goin' through the lassie's things are we, brother?" stupid-hat dwarf asked with a distinct Irish accent.

"Oi! Put that down. I'm not a 'lassie', 'lass' or 'the girl'. I have a name, a very nice one at that, it's Danaë. Also, weren't you ever taught not to go through other people's stuff." even I was surprised by my own outburst.

An awkward silence descended upon the forest.

"Fìli."

"And Kìli."

At your service." two of them said this together. Fìli was the blonde, Kìli the brunette.

Yes, I know it ends weirdly, but I had this long chapter of 1500 words so I'm splitting it up. Favourite, Follow, and above all, REVIEW!!!