Hello, this is my first Fanfiction! *squeals happily* Let me know if this is a good or bad attempt; I especially welcome constructive criticism.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Video Games, Movies, Music, and/or TV Shows mentioned here. So don't sue me!

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Thinking: 'blah'

Singing: {Blah~}

-Worlds Destiny-

Prologue

-Why Do Awful Things Always Happen When I look My Best?-

**Shadow's POV**

"No! Midnight!" I yelled as my love got pulled into a portal by a black demonic hand."Shadow!" then she was gone, and I was all alone. "I will save you from the Demon King if it is the last thing I do!" I vowed. 'I will save you from death Midnight and I will not fail you like I did Maria.' And so I ran.

**Hailey/Midnight's POV**

A few months earlier...

As I look back in hindsight, I'll admit I was spoiled. I had the "right" friends, clothes, car, well, you name it and my mommy had probably already gotten it for me after all, I was her princess and, as such, always had the latest, greatest, and the best.

I woke up to the alarm going off. (BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-Smack). As I lazily hit the off button, I muttered to myself, "Well, time to get up."Glancing at the time, I did a double-take. "Oh shit, I'm going to be late!" Today was The Day.

My friends and I had scheduled the works to prep for our upcoming Senior Prom: shopping for the perfect dresses, Italian leather shoes (what, you would skimp on the shoes!), nail polish, all the things a beautiful girl deserves.

But what I didn't know is that I'd never even make it to the mall.

Quickly, I did a haphazard job of making my bed, laid out some clothes, and hopped in the shower.

After my shower, I carefully dressed and then looked in the mirror for one last peek.

I was wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt, medium wash jeans, black leather peep-toe ankle boots with stiletto heels, and the usual, fashionably expensive accessories. Topping it all off with a bang, I added my sexiest red leather jacket.

Finally satisfied with my gorgeous appearance, I thought to myself, 'Good thing I'm worth the wait!'

Texting my BFFs, I rushed past my mom having breakfast at the table (she was simultaneously writing what was to become the next "must-have" Android application, true to her geeky self).

With what appeared to be residual toast crumbs hanging out of her mouth she called after me, "Hailey, sweetie, don't forget your purse!" Turning around (while still working on my texts, of course) I made my way back over to the counter and grabbed my black purse and the keys to my car.

Finally out the door, I hopped in my silver convertible and sped off to the mall to meet up with my probably already waiting friends Daniella, Sophia, and Jessica. Good thing we'd all been BFFs since practically toddler-hood.

I was the leader of the group; you know, the one they all looked to to call the shots and to proclaim the latest fashions.

We were the girls you probably hate: the ones your boyfriends fell over themselves looking at and who wouldn't even speak to you unless we needed homework help.

Thumping my fav classic Disturbed tunes, I hit the freeway (damn California road system, have to use the freeway no matter what; some sort of evil conspiracy). I floored the gas after a brief glance in my rear-view mirror. To my irritation, I noticed my CD was skipping. Grumpily I wailed, "Christ, this is just not my day!". Reaching over to the passenger seat (I know, I know, bad driver, that's me), I snagged my in-car CD collection.

Throwing it on my lap, I paused to sneak a peak in my mirrors (see, I was trying...). "Oh Shit." Those were my last words, so definitely famous in my book.

How the hell that semi crept up on me I'll never know. I mean, it was just a brief glance over at the passenger seat. Seriously, who drives like that?

Totally the semi's fault.

To be continued

Author's Note: Ooh, evil Cliffy-Hanger. So how did I do? I hope the story wasn't too crappy in quality. Remember to review!

Midnight: I liked the beginning part the best.

Me: *snickers* Of course you do...

Midnight: *trying to sound innocent* Why whatever do you mean Rosalia?

Me: ...Nothing...