With a shrill sound of "January 15th, 2011, 7:00. Wake up idiot!" running through my room, getting anything done is the least of my worries. Blinking groggily, I just stare at what must be my stupid alarm clock.

Hell, why did I buy it again?

Oh yeah... I need it to get up for school.

Rubbing the sleep out of my eye, I turn my gaze to my school bag. I have a essay due this Monday, one on female assistance in the civil war. Fuck, I hate my teacher. I love history and all, but a annoying teacher who knows nothing is ridiculous. Add that to geometry and spanish and the rest of my bullshit homework... I have no life. I'm not even going to do the damn essay, nor any of the other homework. My parents would say, "You're ruining any chance at getting into Roosevelt or Collage." But I've stopped caring a long time ago.

Screw this! I should go do something fun! I think about video games... namely Tales of Symphonia. I found it a few years ago via fanfiction, but I only just got it this Christmas and am trying to beat it a second time. With... oh yeah. The Kratos ending. In retrospect, I should have made two save files. I sorta don't want to kill Zelos. Stupid older brother bets.

Well, that settles it. I'm bored. Du-da-du-da! I gain title of Attention span of a fruit fly. Impressive, eh? With a quick breath, I send my short hair flying. What to do? What to do? I should clean up my room... but that's stupid. With a snort, I kick a notebook away from my desk. Well, I should at least add it to my to-do list. Along with stop sleeping on my desk, homework, and go to bed at nine p.m. I could just go read more fanfiction, but truth be told, I'm rather bored of it.

With a push and a click, I bring up my computer from sleep. I haven't even gotten to the website and I'm bored. I hate this. I hate school, I hate late nights, I hate my insomnia, I hate my life, I hate people, I hate sleeping on my desk. Why didn't I kill myself when I wanted to and could! Wish I could get abducted or something.

Alright, now I'm just being stupid. And angsty. I should slap myself. Bad idiot, no angst! Wait... is that?

With another push of my swivel chair, I plaster my nose onto the window. Snow! Snow! Hell yes! The orange sunrise makes the snow glitter like gems.

Well, there's a idea. I could just go down to the park near the creek and plot and walk. And get some good photo material! Woo!

With a thwomp, I land on my bed and stretch out. It's early, so I'll see if I can get some more sleep first.

"Sunshine, get out of bed! It's 11 AM!" Come on, mom... five more hours.

Instead, what comes out is, "I'm up, I'm up. Where's the fire?"

"Oh, ha ha. This is why you need to stop staring at that computer screen. Just get up."

"Fine, fine." Stretching out is what I want to do... but I'm stopped by something called a wall. Good morning again, suck-tastic life

As she walks away, I hear; "And stop sleeping with your glasses on!"

Joy mom, I love being nagged. Jumping up, I catch a glance in a mirror. My black button-up shirt is wrinkled, my jeans have more holes then you can shake a stick at, and my hair is standing up. Grabbing my comb, I try to manage it back into a normal shape. Giving up on that, I grab a basic black wool cloak, my gloves, my art bag, boots, and my I-pod.

Yelling seems to work as I call, "Mum! I'll be back in a few. Going to the park!" to the other room, tumbling down the stairs. With a yank, I pull on my headphones and start a song from RENT. Don't judge me. I know... I'm considered the violent girl by my brother and I'm suppose to be the defender for my friends and such, but I'm absolutely the first to tear during sad things. It's pathetic, really.

Stepping on the road to the park is a whole other ball park, as I fall and land on the pavement oddly with my first step. I hate my ankles, but you don't need to hear sob stories, do you? Let me just say this. The road is slipperier then a eel and covered in black ice.

This is going to be hard... isn't it?

I'm too stupid to give up on a plan once I start it though, so picking myself up is just something to get around to.
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That has to be the worst thirty minutes of my life, ever. I'm thankful I haven't broken anything yet. Ice + Steep Hill = Bad, swearing teen.

But, I'm finally at the crossroad, so no harm done, right? Well... wait... I have another big hill to go down to get to the park. Am I stupid or what? I swear, I have a feeling all that falling down stairs as a kid has rendered me dumber then Lloyd. Or my big brother, whoever's stupider.

Hmmm... should I go back up the hill, which means agony in all forms? Or just go down to the park and hope the ice melts? I think this seems like a pretty easy choice. Down the hill I go!

With a step out onto the street from the corner, I hear the squeal of a tire. Facing the noise is something that I'll regret forever though. A car, that probably skid on the black ice I've been fighting to get down here, out of control and coming towards me. I see the driver motioning for me to get out of the way, looking at me with terror. I, of course, stand like a dumb deer.

With one well placed "Oh fuck!" and a crash. I'm on the ground, I think. I can't tell. All there is, is numbness.

Where are my glasses, why can't I see? Why can't I feel my body? What's this continual beeping noise in my head?

"HELP!" Someone else? Oh... gods? Am I going to die?

Turning my head, I see the blood on the ground, staining the bits of pure white snow crimson. Warm tears run down my face, along with something red dripping into my right eye. Slowly, I start to feel it. All the pain, all the agony. I scream. A blond adult appears over me, holding something. I can't see without my glasses, but I'm pretty sure it's a girl. Slowly, darkness starts to take out my vision.

Am I going to die? I... don't want death. I want to live! I want a job, a love, a world... I want to live! But... at the same time... I want... I wa...nt sl...eep.

And then there is nothingness.
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To say that I felt like I was run over by a truck would be a understatement. I was run over by a truck. Fluttering my eyes open, I quickly shut them tight. Way too bright in here.

Please, someone tell me this isn't heaven. I'm in a hospital that has very, very white walls... right? I don't even believe in God! And if there was a god, I'd be in Hell. I have quite a long list of sins against me, if there is. Shit, my head hurts. I'm feeling pain, so I don't think I'm dead. But my parents can't afford private hospitals. Where am I?

...Well, I'm not going to answer my questions sitting around here. Let's a-go.

Trying to get up is a different story. I have needles in me, almost anchoring me down. ...Needles?

"Oh, hell! Get them off! Get them off!" I scream like a four year old. I hate needles, or any thin sharp object. They are like spiders. And do I hate spiders. I must be in purgatory. That would sum everything up. That car killed me, that blond chick I saw was a sadistic angel, and now I'm getting punished. With spiders, needles, and loneliness. And my paranoia.

...

...

...I should slap myself. I'm a complete and udder drama llama. I should just remove all these needles and get the fudge out of here. People have been in worse situations then this. I'm just a fool.

"AUGH!" It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It burns, goddamn it!

And for some reason... I thought that removing the needles was a good idea? This burns. Literally. My luck sucks. But they are out, which is good, I hope.

So let's see where the heck I am. Getting up is the first thing I need to get done. Now what do I do?

This room has one other table, which has my... clothes? "Oh, come one!"

Grabbing them, I quickly put them on. Surprisingly, there is no blood on anything, from my cloak to my shirt to my jeans. Even my boots look clean. Wait... there isn't even the normal mud on them.

How am I seeing these objects anyway? Raising a hand to my face, I feel around. Hypothesis confirmed, no glasses. And my bag was nowhere on the table, but I'm pretty sure the lump in my pocket is my I-pod.

...

Well, standing here isn't going to get me home. Let's find the exit door, tell a doctor I'm all better, and check out.

Turning on my heal, I look at the four walls in this room. No door? Ok, this is fucking ridiculous.

Maybe there is a hidden switch, and one of the walls is a door. ...Nah, that's just stupid.

...But it's the only other idea I have to go on. So I'll try it. Walking through the room, my hands trace along the wall, applying slight force, I wait for something, anything to happen.

Nothing. No hidden switches, no doors... but what was that tile I just stepped on?

On my knees, I look at the three foot by three foot tile. Unlike the other ones, which are just plain white, this one had a teal glow around it. There is a teal circle which glows even brighter. It's covered with runes I can't read all around the circumference of the circle.

Teleportation? I'm not on Earth anymore, am I? I've been abducted or something strange like that. ...I'm just looking too far into this. When I get home, no more science fiction or fantasy for awhile. I need to stop thinking they are reality. But, reality is a pain in the ass, it's nothing like my fantasy games or books. God, I miss video games all of a sudden. This is starting to feel like one though.

I step on the tile, which is a rather bad idea.  As the glow surrounds me and the scene changes, It... it hurts. Once I'm all there, in the new destination, I fall to the floor. Oh gods, that was horrible. I feel the effect this transportation had. It's like... well... hard to describe, truly. Like a taffy puller, maybe. It felt like every part of my body was being stretched to paper thin proportions. I'm never doing that again. Ugh. I feel nauseous

Picking myself up of the floor, the place I'm now in starts to make me curious. They are windows, but they don't show land with trees, skies with clouds, or even the sea. I'm in... space?! What the hell? Was I abducted by aliens or something stupid? I can't be seriously entertaining that idea, right? Well... I did wish for it. I give a twisted smirk, I did wish to be abducted. The one time my wish gets granted, it's one I don't want.

Okay, I'm in space. Now where the hell am I? This place is teal and white, thin walkways connect circular platforms to one another, and the people here are floating on white wings. My eyes widen in realization.

...I know this place. Not here, not here, anywhere but here. I clutch my head with a impending headache. I am not some stupid person who wanted to try living in a video game. I let out a short growl of annoyance. What ever cosmic power that did this must be laughing their butt off. At least the angels here are blind, deaf and dumb, as I swear loudly.

Why here? I'd get hurt too much. I'm a klutz who's good at getting hurt and in trouble. I'm useless anyway, and why would I be here anyway? Why... why Welgaia? Why the fuck am I here? If I was going to be forced to play a twisted game, why not Iselia? Why not Triet? Why not a easy place? Why the city of Angels? Wait... the blond chick... Yggdrasil? No... I'm reading to far into this. This isn't Welgaia, I'm not playing Alice in Wonderland, I'm not going to be a Mary-sue in Video-game land. Stepping back, my feet touch the teleporter, and the world changes.

I black out. My body must have not wanted to go through the pain that it did the first time, so I probably blacked out. Great. Instead of the small room I was in at first, when I woke up, I wake on a cliff. On a mountain. That doesn't make much sense, but hey, I'm not going to question my sanity anymore. I must just be in a coma, and my body reverted to my fantasy escape, my video games. Too bad it wasn't pokémon. I'd love a totodile.

I smile at the thought of owning a hyper totodile, then look up to the sky. It seems to be about two-ish-three-ish, if the sun here is anything to go on. So what mountain range am I on? Hima's? Fooji? Hakonesia? Ossa? Well, if anything, I'm going to starve to death. No chance of meeting the heros, no chance of meeting a random passer-by, as the cliff I'm on is only a small, isolated chunk. I already checked. This is boring...

"We're gonna fall!!"

What the... The crash landing? I'm on the Fooji Mountains then. A wave of relief goes through me. I finally know where the heck I am... I'm still trapped though.

I hear a impact of rocks and machine. "So they've crash lan- What the?!" The mountain rumbles, cracks start spreading around my small cliff. I feel a shower of pebbles hit my head as the cliff starts breaking apart around my feet. I stare for a moment as a chunk falls under me, then I step back in panic.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! Rock fall! Then, something larger hits the back of my head. Pitching forward, I fall off the cliff, my vision growing darker.

As I fell, I prayed. Me, Les, a girl who has never believed in gods for a second, prayed. "Please, don't let me die." I beg. I just... just wanna go back to earth and live my boring life. I didn't want to be run over and be in a coma. I want to go home! I want to be that boring bookish girl who no one cares for!

Another rock hits my head, and I fully black out.
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I blink as I groggily open my eyes to a pitch black sky. Murgh... What hit me? Sitting up is painful, but I do it just the same. I'm covered by a blanket, on a stiff sort of mat. The only light is from a fire, which three sleeping figures surround, and one person sitting upright. In the distance, I see a glitter of pink.

As if the person was alerted to the rustle of cloth that was produced by me sitting up, I'm approached by a silvery haired woman wearing a orange coat. "Hmmm... you're awake. Any pain?"

Huh? "I-I'm fine."

"Good. Why you were up on that cliff is beyond me."

"What cliff?"

"Interesting. The collision with the rocks must have caused post-traumatic amnesia. Can you remember where you are?" Post-traumatic amnesia? Where the heck am I anyway...

I shake my head no to the question. "Hmmm... Do you know your name?"

"My... name?"

"Everyone has a name. Yours is?" I look at her for a few seconds. What name?

"I... don't know."

She looks slightly shocked at this, but then turns my head slightly. "Two injuries to the left side of the head, it may be amnesia then. I wonder if there are any other injuries to the brain."

"W-where am I then?" And what happened?

"We're at the base of the Fooji mountains."

"Oh." Sounds familiar...

She looks curiously at me, "Do you know where the Fooji mountains are?"

"Nope."

She sighs and gets up. "Get some sleep. We'll figure out what to do tomorrow."

I lay back down as she goes back to sitting by the fire. What did she mean by amnesia? What cliff?

My eyes close as I fall back to sleep. Guess I'll find out in the morning.