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Something strange

Prologue
It's a funny thing... destiny... One minute you could be talking to a person and the next... he's gone. No one can change a persons destiny... exept, maby, God? If he exsists. Well I never believed in him, atleast not in the God that was written about in the Bible. No. I was just an ordinary, boring person, wouldin't call myself an atheist and wouldn't call myself religious, not supersticious or oblivious, not popular... as if I ever could be... Just living my life one day at a time, not knowing where it will take me. 

Well maby I didn't know, but someone did...

Chapter 1 Luna

The sun was so bright in April. I never liked the sun... although I was born is early autumn my favorite time of the year was winter, when it snowed... No, it's not because the biggest holidays are in winter. It's because when the light, any light reflects from the beautiful, white snow, the world around looks a little brighter...

Anyway it was a terribly bright and unproportionaly hot mid-april day and I was walking home from the sh*t hole where i was finishing up the last year of highschool. Alone. Like always. The birds were chirping and the voices of students walking behind me were getting inside my thoughts. Only one month until my exsams, only one mouth left and I will have to choose my future. The problem was I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, no clue.

- So Jesica you're aplying to med-school right?

- Yeah! I wanted to be a doctor from when I was little..

Two girls walking behind me were seniors as well. Unfortunately for Jesica she wouldn't get into med uni as easily as she thought. I would, but I never wanted to be a bookworm for eight years, then work myself half to death for the rest of my life or become corupt like the other doctors... Actually I could get in anywhere.. I just didn't want to.

As I aproched the main road, which I had to cross once the traffic light turns green, I put my earphones in and started to listen to "Memory" from the brodway musical "Cats", lost in thought. Green. I was about to step onto the street when a blinding ray of sunlight shined right into my eyes and I stopped for a moment.

Everything happened so fast, but it looked like eternity to me. They say when your life is in danger time slows down and, believe me, it's absolutely true. It was red. A Ferrari. It ran through the street lamp right next to me on the sidewalk and into a wall of a house at about 120 km/h and I was one step from it's path. One step... If the sun, the sun which I complained about, wouldn't have blinded me just a second earlier, I would be in the place of the lamppost - gone.

I just stood there, watching with an empty gaze the once beautiful car slowly catching fire, and smoke starting to cover the bloody windsheald. The police and an ambulance arrived shortly and asked to clear the scene. I could barely move, but somehow I walked to a remote bus stop and sat down. I was just glad I'm alive. Never in my life I had thought that it could end so easily, just one step in the wrong direction at the wrong time... Not to me at least.

- Miss? Miss are you alright? - it was a man's voice. He gently touched my arm and I slowly rose my head previously buried in my hands. - Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?

I didn't realize I was crying. With the back of my hand I wiped my face and just tried to talk in the most normal tone I could muster.

- I'm fine. Life is just so short...

He looked at me confused, but smiled and pat on my shoulder. I was confused to as to why I said those words.

- Yeah, I guess it is. But that's what makes it special.

I felt a selfish at that moment crying about myself, making a stranger worry about me, after all, there are people worse off then me, maby even this guy.. Well I guess I had to cry... I haven't for so long. He sat beside me and waited for me to calm down. He didn't ask any questions or talk, just waited.

- I'm really okay, - I said when I could finally control my voice properly. - Thank you, for staying beside me. - I tried to smile when I rose my head to look at him.

He was quite young and... handsome, black hair and blue eyes like from a movie cover. His smile was bright, honest and I believe it could have the potential to melt quite a few hearts. He was wearing a black suit , striped blue tie, which was tied tightly around his strong neck, and black leather shoes, wiped spotless. I had a feeling that a guy this official didn't belong here, especially comforting me.

- It's no trouble. I'm still waiting for my bus. - After a small pause he spoke.

I just then remembered I was sitting in a bus stop and started to drasticly look around. He laughed at my reaction and I got a little embarrassed.

- Anyway why is a young lady like you crying in a bus stop?-I let my head down and he quickly cough on. - No matter. Uh, what's your name?

I smiled to myself and finally spoke:

- It's okay. I just witnessed a terrible car crash and got scared. I guess I'm a little faint hearted. - I looked at him and our eyes met. - My name is Luna and you are...?

- I guess we'll stick to first names then. They call me Daniel. Do you live far from here? Have you a way to get home?

I just nodded. I didn't want to take any more of his time.

- Thank you again, for staying with me for a while. - I giggled akwardly and sprung up. - It was nice to meet you Daniel. - I didn't wait for a response, didn't turn around, just quickly walked away. I realized how embarrassing I looked to that gentelman. Crying, rubbing my face on my jacket.. snot everywhere....- Ugh so stupid...- I mumbled to myself after a while when the sidewalk ended and I stepped in my apartment's parking lot.

A/N I hope you liked the first part a little bit :) see ya tomorow with the blog and on Saturday with chapter two


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