This is the Post that is the Beginning

Because it's time to start the story that Candence and I are writing together! *does a jig* It's gonna be fun, peoples.

So, without further ado.....

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I was hit by a car on the corner of 1st and Main Street. It was either me or the dog, and it should have been the dog. He would have done more damage to the car. But no, it was me. And as I was sprawled on the ground, looking up at the sky, I thought I saw the stars.

But logically? That was impossible because it was in the middle of the city, in the middle of the day.

But it was nice to find out that the comic books don't actually lie to you.

The driver got out of his car in a hurry, his phone already pressed to his ear, talking to a 9-1-1 operator.

"Yeah, I hit someone with my car. I think they're alive. Should I check? Okay, yes, hold on..."

I popped my eye open, which I had squeezed shut after getting dizzy from the swirling of the tops of the skyscrapers paired with those awful, blinky stars.

Driver-man was a nervous looking (though I suppose I'd be nervous too if I'd just hit some unsuspecting teenager with my car), forty-something, balding guy who seemed to have a sweating problem, as he was absolutely drenched. He walked over to me, but not before glancing over his shoulder several times, then putting his hood up (if the guy was so hot he was sweating, why not take the jacket off?).

Of course, Beowulf started barking. He has a pretty startling bark even if you're expecting it, and the guy certainly wasn't expecting it, so he jumped almost two feet in the air.

I chuckled under my breath, then, after regaining the feeling in my body, I sat up slowly. Probably shouldn't have, but I did.

"I'm okay," I muttered, putting a hand to my head.

Driver-man scooted closer to me, nervously eyeing Beowulf, then squatted down. "Hey, sorry kiddo. I...er...I didn't see you."

"Maybe you were going a little fast there, buster," I said. "I'm wearing a bright red coat and walking alongside a Great Dane."

"Yeah, um, hm. Well, uh, there's an ambulance coming soon and, uh, well, yeah. The cops are coming too, I guess."

I shrugged. "I don't really need an ambulance, but I guess it's too late."

"Sorry."

Thankfully, Beowulf barked again to relieve the awkward silence. I patted his head, then pulled myself up by his collar, just as the ambulance pulled up.

The EMTs were all over me in an instant.

"What is your name?" said the female one, while checking my pulse and my eyes and everything she could check, I guess.

"Keilah Rose Fleming, and I'm fine."

"Alright Keilah, we're going to get you to the hospital to make double sure. We're going to call your parents, okay? They will probably meet us there."

I rolled my eyes, but nodded. She held me firmly by the elbow and guided me to the waiting ambulance.

Before I could enter, though, there was a screech of tires, a terrified yell, and the EMT and I turned just in time to see a black suburban come hurtling towards the mess of cop cars, the ambulance, and Beowulf. Driver-man was trying to run, but two cops had him by the arms.

The suburban stopped just in time, almost hitting one of the cop cars. An arm reached out of the window, and, more importantly, a gun.

The blast was deafening, and the aim was true. In shock, I watched Driver-man slump over in the cops arms.

 

Part two will be posted on Candence's blog next Monday! Hope you enjoyed. :-)