The day started out like any other. Boring and dull as usual.

I had the same routine every day.

I would get up, cook breakfast for myself in my small kitchenette, the usual eggs and toast, then I would head off to my first class of the day, which is my least favorite class, math.

Uugh..I hated math with a passion. Like fires of kind of hell passion. I am very good with any logic problems most of the time but math....math I just can't get my head around it. People keep on telling me that 'you're smart you should be good at math', that just makes it worse.

I had been ruminating over my hatred of math on my way to class, so I was in my own head not aware of my surroundings. (Note to self: I need to be aware more often from now on)

I hear a loud roaring noise.

What is that? Where is it? These were some of the questions going through my head in that moment.

I quickly turn my head in the direction of the noise.

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Time slowed down to a crawl.

Then I realize what it is.

A meteor.

Out of the FUCKING sky comes a meteor.... A FUCKING meteor!!!!

I shit you not. A real fucking meteor.

The second I realize this, it hits me.

I don't mean figuratively. The stupid meteor hits me, right in the middle of my chest.

Do you know how unlikely this is. To be hit with a meteor.

What MONUMENTALLY shitty bad luck.

I am instantly killed by it.

Blackness......

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I awake suddenly.

Did I dream the meteor up.

I must have otherwise why am I alive?

I take a look around my surroundings.

I seem to be in bed.

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