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For some reason, I felt like there was more out there for me, and if nothing else, I had to at least try and find it.
    As I approached the corner of Main and Sycamore, I pressed the crosswalk button and waited. After a few seconds, I looked right and left and saw the street was deserted. Just as I was about to step off the curb, something caught my eye. Or should I say, someone. There on the opposite corner a guy was standing facing me. It was weird, because I could feel the stare that he held on me. My eyes drifted toward him, and when our eyes met, his stare did not waver in the least. A shiver ran down my spine when I realized that I did not recognize him either. He was tall, maybe six feet or so and had blonde hair. His athletic build reminded me of most of our football players at school. I couldn’t make out much more detail because of the distance separating us. Our eyes were locked together for a few seconds, only interrupted by the beeping of the crosswalk, letting me know it was my turn to cross. I shook my head as if to wake myself up from a dream, and without thinking twice about it, I stepped off the curb and into the street. And that’s when I heard it—the horrible sound of tires screeching, trying their hardest to stop. But by the time I looked to my right, it was too late. I couldn’t have moved out of the path of the car even if my frozen legs could’ve moved—there was just no time. The only thing I could do was shut my eyes tight, hope it would be quick, and pray the pain would be slight. Then everything went totally silent, so silent that I could hear my ears ringing and my heart pounding loud against my chest.
    About a second later, a second past when I thought I would be road kill, I slightly opened my right eye and gasped at what I saw. The car was still in front of me, but it was moving in very slow motion. I mean, like molasses coming out of a bottle slow. Everything around me felt weird, different. I looked around, wondering if maybe the car had already hit me and this was just a cruel part of the afterlife or something, making me watch in slow motion how I died.
    When I turned and looked to my left, I saw the same guy across the street, still staring right at me. The moment our eyes locked on each other, everything went back to normal. Well somewhat. I looked back in front of me just in time to see the car that I had thought was about to come barreling into me come to a startling halt just inches away from my body. Then I heard someone shouting.
    “Meredith! Oh, my god, I’m so sorry. The light turned from green to red in an instant. There was no yellow light or anything. Are you okay?” Mr. Griffin, my old history teacher, hung his head out of his car. He was yelling at me, his voice shaking with each word.
    I must have been in shock because I couldn’t speak.
    “Meredith! Are you hurt?” Mr. Griffin was beside me now. “Do you want me to call an ambulance or something?”
    That woke me up out of the daze I was in. “Um—no. That won’t be necessary,” I said, noticing my voice held the same trembling tone as his.
    “Are you sure you’re okay? I’m really sorry. I-I swear the light was green and then it just turned red. I tried to stop, but—”
    “Fine. I’m fine,” I interrupted him. I continued my walk across the street, searching desperately for the guy that had been watching me. Maybe he could help explain what the hell just happened back there, or at least confirm that I wasn’t going nuts. But he was nowhere to be found. Something very weird had just happened. The car had been going too fast. It had been going to hit me before something or someone stopped it. It was as if time had stopped or slowed down somehow. I walked home in a daze, trying to convince myself that I was just overreacting. What I thought I saw back there just couldn’t have happened. It just wasn’t possible. When I arrived home, I walked right into the barrage of questions I had so masterfully