The Days of My Past

Some people believe in past lives. That they've lived before and were reincarnated. Many don't. But they did. After you die, thats not just it. You don't stay dead. You come back after a while. 100-200 years or so. How do I know this? It happens to me. I can remember each of my reincarnations. Some people have theories on theirs, like stabbings or old age deaths, but I know mine. It has sort of the same pattern though. Each reincarnation, I've never made it past my 17th birthday. I don't know why. It just happens like that. On each of my 17th birthdays, something happens that gets me killed. It sucks but I don't know how to change it. I usually never die the same way. It mixes its' self up. The last time I lived was in about 1902. I was running home from school on my 17th birthday when some random person shot me in the head. It's weird knowing what happened over 100 years ago to today. I guess I'll just have to get used to it. My life is almost over now. My 17th birthday is only 3 and a half weeks away. I wonder how I'll die this time. I'm not really sure which way I haven't died yet. I guess I'll find out.

__________________________________________________________________________________tHey thanks for reading this little spoof on the story. I made it up as I went along so I don't really know what I wrote, haha. Please comment me your thoughts. Thanks! Bye :D

ps. updates might not be so soon. Especially not this week. I'm going away this weekend and I wrote this during school and the class I did it in is only for even days. Bummer :/ I'll try to upload at least every week or 2. I normally run out of ideas for another chapter so I may take much longer. I will more than likely be uploading faster once school is out. Thanks again!