Prologue

I was driving my car down the 401, en route to Toronto. The drive from Woodstock was fairly long, and it would take time. Time is something I didn't have. I had to get to the Pearson international Airport to catch a flight to Miami. I did not want to waste any of my vacation time. The truck in front of me began to slow down, as well as the car beside me, taking me down to 50 km/h.

"Oh come on people!" I said, frustrated at the change in traffic. The car beside me suddenly slowed down, and I took my chance to pass the truck. I swerved into the middle lane of the highway accelerating fast, only to run into several pylons.

"Oh, crap!" I yelled. I was going straight for a dump truck, parked next to a supply truck. I hit the brakes, but skidded on the dirt of the construction site and drove straight into the back of the dump truck. My car had struck the truck at an angle, making the passenger side door useless. I tried the driver's side door, but it was blocked by the supply truck. My only option was the sunroof. As I climbed on the seat and lifted myself out through the top of the vehicle, and looked up and saw a shovel on the top of the supply truck, wiggling around like it was about to fall. I looked straight up at it as he slowly got out of the car.

"Easy... Easy..." I said quietly. The shovel stopped wiggling and I breathed a sigh of relief. My footing on the seat slipped, and I hit my hip off of the sunroof's lining. It must have been where my keys were, and I must have hit the "Find Car" button, because the flashers turned on and an irritating alarm rang out from under the hood. The shovel wiggled from the heavy sound waves and then slipped.

"NO!" I yelled. The shovel fell on my neck, as I was staring straight up. It cut straight through the skin and the muscle, and also cut my windpipe clean off from the bronchial tubes, and struck the nerves on my spinal cord, shutting down my involuntary actions. That's all I was told. All I remember being told, at least. I don't remember exactly when I was told, but it was in between the time I died, and I woke up. I don't even remember who told me. I'm guessing God, but I can't be sure.

My adventures of what happened after I woke up were amazing. I loved every second of them. Even when I hadn't realized where I was, I was amazed by everything around me. You could probably guess what happened to me, if I told you I'm a closet brony.

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