Prophecy Oops!

This is the beginning for a story idea I had. Maybe if I put it up here I won't neglect it.

It had been one of those days.
We’ve all had them before. The kind of day when you wake up late and get toothpaste on your only clean shirt. The kind of day where walking to classes becomes more like a tight rope walk than an every day activity. The kind of day where you trip up the stairs, spill soup on your homework even though you weren’t eating soup, and manage to get your coat stuck in a locked car door. The kind of day where everything seems to conspire against you, all to make you the anecdote of the world.
It had been one of those days.
I guess that’s why when the strange man walked up to me I didn’t see the “I’m about to change your life in a big way,” label that was printed on his forehead.
I was just sitting outside having lunch under a tree, minding my own business when this guy who looked like he’d walked straight out of a bad 80’s fantasy film approached me. He was tall, kind of dark and had a hair cut that could only be described as a medieval mullet.
“Is your name Madison?” he asked me in a deep, scary tone.
Now, I’m from a big city so when a strange creepy guy walks up to me and starts asking questions he already know the answer to, I put up my guard a little. “Who wants to know?” I asked him, trying to sound tough.
“You are Madison. I am your teacher Mikhail. You are the chosen one. You will come with me.”
As I’m sure you can imagine, I had a few problems with that demand. “No thanks buddy. I have teachers,” I said as I checked my watch, “And there’s going to be trouble if I’m not to class on time. So, excuse me.”
I tried to leave, but the man grabbed my arm. “You are in great danger,” he said. “You must come with me and begin your training so you may complete your destiny. The dark forces may find you at any minute.”
Dark forces? Great Danger? Destiny. Who talks like that? No one talks like that. He sounded like he got his dialogue from a recent George Lucas film. Cleary this man was whacked out. I pulled myself free from his grip.
“I’m not going anywhere with you!” I said and started to look for one of the campus panic buttons. I had started to walk away when suddenly the man tackled me! After a few seconds I realized that it was because he was saving my life.
“They are here, you must come with me now!” the weirdo said and pulled me to my feet. “You are the chosen one, we must keep you safe!”
Quite against my will I was being dragged by a crazy man, dodging bullets and being called “the chosen one”.
It had been one of those days.
I would eventually come to find out that there was a chosen one and that this little incident was really a reflection on my companion’s people skills, not his sanity. But the problem is this. I am not the chosen one. And I never was.