Halfway

---Just the first part of another story. I got bored writing the other one and wanted to try something a bit different. Comment any criticisms, whether I should continue, and what you think.---

It was 6am. It was a rare occasion that I ever woke before the tinny sound of my battered alarm clock. Today being one of them. I shifted from the half-sitting position I was in on my bed and realised I'd fallen asleep doing my homework; I was still dressed in yesterday's clothes.

I slid from the bed and stumbled in a half-unconscious state across my bedroom and towards the open window. It was raining outside, as usual. Stifling a yawn, I pulled it closed and decided that since I was already up, I may as well get ready for school. School, the dread of my life. I'd gone from having few friends, to none in the space of six months. I had no idea how, they'd just gradually all stopped talking to me. But I had Noel, now.

Noel was the only thing that made life worth living. He was the reason I got out of bed in the morning. Noel had always been in my classes- he was just one of those people you pass every day without acknowledging. He always sat by himself at lunch; he was kind of a loner. When I'd started going through my...mute state (just after my 'friends' dropped me), Noel had befriended me. Now we did everything together, there was barely a day we didn't, apart from the days he had lacrosse. We'd grown closer, closer than I thought we'd ever be; on Friday, he kissed me.

I pulled a brush through my long blonde hair and chose fresh clothes. I still had over an hour until school started once I was washed and dressed, so I made my was downstairs to scavenge some food.

My mother and father were usually absent from breakfast. My mother worked as a minor director, two towns over from ours, and my father worked from his basement- well, you could say he practically lived in the basement.

I pored myself a bowl of cereal, and washed it down with some orange juice. The clock read 7:20, technically the earliest I could leave the house. I would be at the school fifteen minutes early, but nothing was keeping me here.

As I backed out of the driveway, the rain pounded on the windshield; my little car's screen wipers were going back and fourth about a hundred miles an hour. Just as I turned the corner to the main road, a deer came prancing across the street, heading straight for my car. My Father had always told me to drive into the dear- not to try and avoid it, as this would lead to a more fatal collision. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I spun the steering wheel to the right, circling around the crazed animal. I took my eyes off it, and saw that the car was heading straight for a tree. I froze for a second- my mind just stopped, along with all my senses. Only did I snap from this panic, when a shadow caught my eye. It was slightly transparent, almost like a thin sheet of silk, and floating in the air. It came closer, and I saw that it had the cherubic face of a small boy. Time seemed to stop as the 'thing' floated through the car windshield. It was just me and the presence. I was too stunned to scream. I closed my eyes tight and shook my head from side to side. When I opened them up, I felt a sharp jerk at my neck, and red hot pain everywhere. Time had started again, and the car had collided with the tree.