Spectral: Okay, I know I should be updating Grown Up, but I've had this idea in my head for awhile.

Danny Muse: Yes, and she just HAD to post it.

Spectral: Yeah, so don't go all pitch-forky on me. Grown Up will be updated soon. So for now, enjoy!


Not in this lifetime

Everything happened in slow motion. I didn't even know it was going to happen. If I did I would've stopped it. Even if it meant telling her everything.
I guess I should tell you the whole story. So, for a little while, let's go back in time. I really wish I could, anyway.


"Bethany!" My Mom said. Yep, that's me. Bethany Marie Fenton.

"Coming Mom!" I replied. We were getting ready to go to the Grocery Store. Yes, lame I know. You're probably thinking what's so bad about going to the store. Well, you'll find out soon enough.

I hurry to tie my shoes while my Mom grabs her purse. "Bethany, let's go!" I can see that my Mom's getting impatient, so I hightail it to the door.

"I'm ready" I declare. We walk out the door and jump into the car. My mom turns the key and I hear the low rumble of the engine. My Mom backs out of the driveway and turns left. I look out the window and watch as field after field passes by. Were approaching the interstate and I read the signs telling us about Gas stations, restaurants, yadda, yadda, yadda. I live out in the country, so we have to drive 5 miles before we can even get to wal-mart.

I hear a "whoosh" and a "screech" that should've been the first warning sings. But I ignore it because I trust my Mom's judgement. I look into the rear-view mirror and see a semi going over 70 miles an hour. Way past the speed limit. I open my mouth a little too late and the semi rams into the back of our car. Then everything goes black.


Spectral: Yes I know. A cliffy. Don't worry though. Early tomorrow morning I (might) update.

Danny Muse: Have fun waiting!

-Spectral Angel