Re: Starting Life Again in Another Body After Dying Once – The Begining


“As I reached a certain I age, I started to wonder when I FIRST started wishing I could start all over”

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In a certain city on a certain island country a certain middle aged man is waiting on the side walk same as everyone else but unlike his fellow strangers on the street this certain middle aged man has gone through more than his share of misfortune in his life and just seems to attract trouble, “sigh, I wish I could have had a better life”, this certain middle aged man thought. Sadly this certain middle aged man’s wish was soon to come true as a truck driver having a horrible day had just taken his eyes off the road for just a second and went straight through the curb and into the unfortunate middle aged man. He was the only victim. “Well at leats I don’t have to deal with this troublesome world anymore”, the middle aged man blacks out finally

“Huh,why am I still here? I can still feel my back on the ground but I shouldn’t right? Since I’m dead”.
I open my eyes to see a different truck stuck in the wall and an unconscious person behind the wheel, “Did I not see it right or did the truck get a complete makeover while running me over”,
“sigh, well at least I’m fine”, I said but something doesnt feel right about my voice, I try making a couple of dumb noises to check but somehow my voice just seems higher than usual.
“Well I’m sure I just have a cold”, saying that I try to get up and leave but for some reason there seems to be a comotion around the truck I walked up to one of the crowding people to find out whats going on,
“Excuse me but could you tell me what is going on here?”
“Ah, hello there it seems that a young girl was just crushed to death by an out of control truck”,the old man answered.
“Thats horrible, it’s a good thing I only got off with a few scratches then, huh”.
As I’m saying that the crowd seemed to have moved to surround me.
“Hmm, what seems to be the problem?”, I asked no one in particular
“Young lady, are you alright?”, an observer asked.
“Wasn’t she the one who was just run over?”
“Her uniform is covered in blood it has to be her but how?”

The crowd seemed to be talking about the girl that was crushed but, and I dont mean to be rude, isn’t she already dead and gone?
As I try to leave someone grabs my arm and tries to drag me back, I try to respand by jerking my hand free but somehow I’m feeling weaker than usual. I mean normally I’m not the most muscular or physically strong but a scrawny punk like this shouldn’t be able to-
“Hey, young lady please calm down you’ve just been in an accident we need to get you to a hospital”, the scrawny punk said.
“Hey! who are you calling young lady!?”,I scream back full of indignation but my squeeky, high pitched voice just embarasses me the more, I still dont know whats up with my voice.”In any case I need to get out of here
Finally I’m able to get free now that this crazy kid loosened their grip, “I’m getting the heck out of here”
As I say that I break throught the crowd and while im making a wild dash down the street I can’t help but notice all the stares coming my way, “Is there something on my face I guess I was just in an accident”, thinking that I stopped in front of a store’s shop window and take a look.

“Ah, there it is”, I groan as I look into the stores window and instead of my lovely, mediocre MALE figure the thing I feared the most since this morning is confronting me in its full blonde haired, blue eyed, fair faced, beauty that seemed to be around 16 years old was as you would guess, a young girl covered in blood,”Ah, how wonderfull XD”,

NO IT’S NOT!“, I screamed will slamming my fist into the window, “This isn’t what wanted when I said I wanted to start over, dammit”

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