I feel the warm sunlight shining on my face. I lash out into the street. All I can think is, must get home. I was tired after a long day of school and eager to get home. I feel a hand try to stop me but it's too late. A force throws me against the hard, asphalt road. My vision blurs and all I can see are stars. I can see figures rush out of the vehicle to try to help me. Everything goes black.
Suddenly I am lifted above the ground and thrown up into the air with such force that all of the air was suck out of my lungs. I then realize that I am not breathing at all. I watch the world I know get smaller and smaller before my eyes. I land gently on a cloud. Before me, a large castle of ice towers high in the sky, glistening in the morning sun. A woman steps out. She has dark, caramel colored hair and her eyes are a blue as the sky.
"Go," she says, her voice clear and high, "you're time has not arrived yet." She smiles and disappears.
I jerk awake at the hospital, wrapped in bandages, but still alive.
"Thank you." I whisper before falling back into unconsciousness.