All I heard was the squealing of protesting rubber tires. A car's body stopped in front of mine. At that moment, time froze. I was still waiting. I didn't even move. The next thing I knew, my rear made the first motion by falling to the ground. People were coming in swarms to see a possibly dead girl on the cement. In front of my nearly crushed body was a giant red Jaguar. My heart was pounding again and again like it, too, was trying to escape my body. Surprisingly, I only hurt a lot, to the viewers and my disappointment. I wanted to die instead of flush crimson in front of spectators.
I, then, started hearing things agian. But, all I heard were people's voices, screams, yelling, and a very loud slam. Two feet came around the side of the Jaguar. They were covered by nice, expensive men's dress shoes. The two feet stopped in front of mine very softly, to my surprise. People usually had loud footsteps when in a panic.
My head slowly tipped back, still half paralyzed. My eyes met the gaze of a beautiful blond boy. His skin was ghostly white and flawless, like porcelain. His eyes were very bright and made him come alive.
Then, he reached out his hand in front of my face. It, too, was pale and slim. He looked almost dead, but beautiful all the same. And then a gracious voice spoke.
"Are you all right?"
