Hi! This is a new story that I'm starting, and I know I shouldn't, but this idea just got stuck in my head after a while. Keep in mind that I probably won't be doing regular updates (but I also hate the authors that take a year to update their stories, so I will not be one of them).

Thank you to miraculouspegasus5 for this idea! Their story is amazing too, you should check it out! Let's start the chapter.

Chapter 1: The End of the Beginning

Katie/Nyssa POV:

"Hurry up, Katie! We're going to be late!" my little sister tapped her foot, waiting for me at the front door.

"And yet you still wait," I teased her, then quickly shoved a bagel (with cheese), into my mouth. It's my fault, really, that I didn't get a proper breakfast.

Well, I suppose it's not my fault that the alarm clock was broken. Swinging my bag onto my shoulder, I rushed to catch up with my sister, Laura, who had finally gotten annoyed with me and went on ahead.

No, that was completely unintentional. On the bright side, I didn't have to listen to her worry about 'upcoming' (two months away) exams for a while. *wink wink*

My name's Katarina White, but everyone just calls me Katie. I'm a normal 15-year-old girl with a normal life, a normal family (both parents and my 13-year-old sister), and normal (well, okay, maybe a bit above normal) grades.

I'm also a normal girl that's currently seeing my oblivious sister walk straight into the path of an incoming truck.

Wait, what?! The light's red, the driver's crazy! (or at least not paying attention)
I ran after her and pushed her out of the way, only to turn and see the truck bearing down on me, the (ridiculous! inattentive!) driver finally looking up from his phone and his eyes widening in horror.

There's no time to save myself!

My last thoughts before the collision were: How cliche. Tell me I at least managed to save Laura, because this is so going to suck.

Then all I felt was pain.

Pain. Pain. Pain. Pai- Yeow! I thought I just got run over by a truck, why is someone poking me? That just creates more pain!

Wait. The pain stopped? What's going on here? Am I dead?

"Honestly, I thought you would've gotten up by now," a voice complained. I retorted, "You try getting run over by a truck, now wait a se-"

"Been there, done that, get up." the voice wheedled.

Is this crazy voice saying that he (or she? I can't tell, somehow), had gotten run over by a truck and could still poke fun at other people who had? Now I had to see him (her? them?)

I groaned at the effort of cracking open my eyes. Ouch, really shouldn't have thought about cracking body parts. I managed to open my eyes and sit up.

In front of me was a boyish girl (or a girlish boy?), I couldn't tell. Strangely, they looked like they were both genders, which is weird but not completely impossible (hermaphrodites, anyone?), and no one I'd ever seen in my hometown was like that.

I looked around and nearly fell off the bed I was sitting on. I scrambled to get a hold of it, because there was nothing else in that place except the bed and I. Oh, and the weird annoying pokey person.

And by nothing, I mean nothing. No floor, no walls, no roof, no other furniture, no anything. Just empty white space.

I grabbed the bed like it was my lifeline (which maybe it was, since it looked like I'd fall into empty space if I stepped off of it), and glared at the weird person, who looked like they were floating.

"Why are we in this weird place right after a cliche 'run over by a truck? If you're God, then I fear for the world." I snarked.

He (she? they, I'll just call them they), laughed. "Oh, I suppose you would call me God." they paused. "And I've picked a world for you to reincarnate in. Cliche, right?" they grinned down at me.