A kinda cliche reincarnation story

chapter one

15 years old.

A normal kid with a normal life. Rushing to school so he won't be later than he already is, tripping over the cracks in the side walk.

That's me.

A tenth grader just trying not to get detention.

I curse my alarm clock for giving me the silent treatment as I run, hoping the teacher will let me off easy.

But that's not too likely, seeing as this has happened before and he didn't then either.

I come to a stop at a busy intersection, putting my hands on my knees, panting.

I stare at the light, like it's the reason for my troubles as I wait for it to change.

The moment it does I cross, basically sprinting

Then something very cliche happens. A truck comes speeding out of nowhere, not showing any signs of stopping.

Time seems to slow to a crawl. I turn my head to the side, watching in terror as I could do nothing to move my body. The truck comes closer, its headlights growing bigger with each slow second.

And then . . .

. . . It collides.

I'm knocked to the ground, sure that more than a few things are broken.

In shock, I stare up at the cloudy dark sky.

Did I just get hit by a truck? I wonder absent mindedly

I could faintly hear people screaming, others yelling about calling someone.

I wonder what they're so scared of.

Nothing hurts. In fact, I can't feel anything at all.

Someones face appears above me, they seem to be talking to me, they're mouth moving. But I can't hear anything more than muffled sounds.

But One thing makes it through. One sentence. One voice.

"Is he going to die mommy?"

Its the voice of a small child, quivering with fear.

I couldn't hear the answer, it was back to muffled sounds.

. . . Die?

Is it that bad?

Am I . . . going to die?

Am I going to die here, staring up at the cloudy sky with so many regrets?

I feel a drop of rain on my forehead, a single drop that soon turns into a heavy downpour. It takes me away from my thoughts.

I smile faintly, I had always loved the rain.

Then someone is holding their hand to my neck, talking to somebody. Lights flash. I'm put on a stretcher and lifted up.

I try to see where they were taking me, but my vision goes blurry, slowly fading to black.