[AN] Don't flame me. This is my first novel. Expect little grammar errors of bad storytelling.

As you can see," the news reporter stated, " a massive amount of wind is generating from this here hurricane. We believe to have seen multiple people die from said hurricane. Stay in your homes, get into a basement, and stay safe!" The television cut off, scaring the entire family. "Amanda, go get the supplies in the attic."

Mom always made me do things like that, the important things. Maybe I just wanted to hide in the bunker with you guys! I ran up the stairs, stomping quietly. I took down the ladder after pulling the string, and started grabbing supplies. I stuffed it into a backpack, before running down the ladder, almost slipping. I looked out the window, and saw it. The hurricane. I started to book it to the basement, but slipped.

'Well, I should at least try to help my family before I die. Damn, these cliches where the girl trips are stupid.' I started to think about my two little sisters, one five and another one eight. I used to joke about how sixteen year olds get to rough up their older siblings, and I ruffled their hair a bit. They were always great to me, and now I never get to see them again. I threw the backpack down the stairs, knowing the basement door was open. I closed my eyes..and my vision faded to black...

[Rebooting.]

[Rebooting..]

[Rebooting...]

Pitch black, nada, nothing. Excluding the words in my head, everything was bliss. Maybe I will be in one of those bad reincarnation novels. Or maybe a weird Korean romance novel? Either way, this is hella' peaceful.

"Hello, little one." My vision was harassed by white, I couldn't see anything.

"Whoever turned the lights on, turn them back off!" is what I screamed, closing my eyes and covering them with my forearms.

The voice of an angel came from my right, so slowly opened my eyes, seeing a woman so curvy, watermelons could get jealous.

"Welcome to the afterlife."