Victoria was just on of those people. The ones that are always at the wrong place at the wrong time. Living in Chicago, it didn't help someone as accident prone as her. She had already walked 4 of the 10 blocks to get home from school. Even though she had tripped and fallen twice already she was happy that she hadn't already broken a bone. 14 and beautiful, long brown hair and matching Hazel eyes, Victoria walked across the next intersection. She was to sucked into her own thoughts to see the large blue van speed through the red light right at her.1
It happened faster than Victoria could even say ow. She felt herself flying through the air, faster than the speed of light. All of a sudden she was standing in the woods, in a totally different outfit, than what she had been wearing. She looked at herself, comfy tight shirt and a pair of capris. Wasn't she just in her school uniform? "What is happening to me?" She yelled into the woods. There was a forked path before her. One looked much more traveled than the other. Maybe it will take me home, she thought. She started down the trail. It was the worst mistake of her non-living life.2
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Back in the world of the living, blood covered the windshield of the van. The paramedics were already on the scene trying to get the van off of the girl beneath it. The van was removed and Dave, a paramedic from the Chicago hospital, ran to the victim. He checked the pulse. None. He looked at the worried crowd and shook his head. He heard screams from a group of teenage girls, classmates of the victim. A young man about her age jumped the caution tape and ran to the body. There was sadness and anger in his eyes as tears streamed down his face. Dave turned from the scene. Probably a boyfriend, he thought.4
Police officers nearest to the boy tried to take him away from the scene. Dave walked toward his ambulance and started to pull a stretcher out. A gunshot was fired. Not a good sign. There were gasps from the crowd. Dave turned around slowly, afraid of what his eyes were going to see. The boy laid dead next to the girl with a gunshot in his neck. Dave sighed and pulled out a second stretcher.5
To Be Continued.......
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