Okay, I lied. I'm not going into third person.

I mean, I might, at some point, but I've got too many ideas running through my head right now so here we go.

And sorry for that bad idea of her using her bravado and ADHD to skate over the ice, I was just trying to get this up and was pressed for time. Or however that saying goes.

Wow, Joy, you're probably thinking. That was...stupid!

Thanks. I have my moments.

Any way, the only thought going through my head was: dang, this is not how I wanted to go!

But, you know. Live and learn. If you live, that is.

So, this is how our story ends. I float here in the endless pit of colors and sparkles and-

Oh wait. You did know about that, right? No? Well, I guess I'll have to tell you now.

It was cold. It was dark. It was the galaxy of...colors. Honestly, the place reminded me of Inside Out. Heck, I even heard music from that movie! Just playing softly in the background. Unlike real life. See, that's the problem with real life. There's no background music.

"Welp," I said to myself. "This is interesting..."

Just as I was about to pinch myself and see if I was dreaming, I heard a voice. A voice I hadn't heard in two years. It was right behind me.

"Joy...Joy!" I turned around and saw the Ghost of Christmas Past.

Just kidding, it was Jenny. I didn't even double-take. I just kinda stared at her. "Jenny?" I asked. "Jenny is...is that you?" She shook her head.

"No, Joy." She smiled, and my heart filled with happiness. I felt like everything was perfect, and nothing could go wrong. She took my hand. It was soft, and chubby. Like Joey's. "I merely resemble the one you miss most." She pulled me toward one of the colored circles. I looked into it, and saw a ton of kids in skates and snow clothes huddled around a lake, while a group of firefighters tried pulling something -or someone- out of the lake. They finally pulled it out. I only needed to see the red winter coat to know what was going on.

"No, no, no." I held my stomach, feeling like I was going to puke. "Is this happening right now?" I asked the girl. She nodded. "So I am dead." I speculated.

"You have a choice to live again." She said after a few moments of silence. I stared at her.

"What...what did you say?" I asked. She blew her bangs out of her face, like Jenny did when she had to repeat something. The thought of this girl looking like Jenny and acting like Jenny but not actually being Jenny made my head spin and my heart ache.

"You have a choice to live again." She pursed her lips. "Do you want it or not?"

"Well...I...who are you exactly?" I asked, now realizing that we were never properly introduced. "I mean, you obviously know my name, but you probably don't know me-" She cut me off.

"Joyann Merrody Smith. Born September 11, 2001-"

"Worst birthday ever." I muttered.

"Loves Star Wars, Disney, chocolate, has had a crush on a boy named William Richards ever since you were ten-"

I glared at her. "You little stalker!"

"And you have eight brothers, one dog, one late little sister, and two loving parents. Need I say more?" She gave me a smug look.

"Fine," I admitted. "You know me. Big Woop. Now who are you?''

She closed her eyes, and her hair turned from Jenny's long, dark brown into an even long head of hair, which was pure white. She opened her warm brown eyes and smiled. "I'm Twyla." She had a British accent. "I'm your Protector."

Shorter chapter, but hey! I'm back!

Please don't forget to review! I love hearing what you guys have to say! 3