In 1962 I was Danika Wolly. It was a nice, relaxing life. It was probably around my 5th or 6th one, so I was starting to get the hang of it. I came into her around I would say she was 12, she had a bad case of the chicken pox and they said she wouldn't make it and she didn't, but I did. I went through school struggling. I remember one time I got in trouble for skipping class with some dude, to smoke behind the school. But to my offense he had a motorcycle and he was was cute, and he told me I was pretty. I wonder where he went with his life, I never saw him out of high school. I went to college, for some type of degree. I met a few boys there also but none that I would take the time to talk about. But I never graduated. It ended to abruptly. I was driving home from a party I wasn't supposed to go to, in the wrong part of town and I heard the gun shots ringing in my head. I stepped out of my car to see what had happened, and I stopped for what seemed like a second, and I heard one more shot, and before I could turn, I saw red. I saw bright red seeping through my elegant white blouse. And then I felt the pain that couldn't be described through words. I remember feeling scared, as I dropped to the ground. I fixated my eyes on the dark blue sky, the stars shining down upon me. And then it all turned white.
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The Life I Have Already Lived
AdventureI am Annabelle Widafrey, and I have lived many lives. Death had always just brought me back to birth. And I am frankly quite tired, of the nonstop repeat. But with every life brings new friends, new family, and a new chance to live life differently...
