Chapter 1: Remembering

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Chapter 1

"Come here bitch", Nyla screamed as she chased me down the hallway.

"Bite me bitch", I said turning a sharp corner.

Nyla is a bully. My bully if you want to get into specifics. She and her group of skanks, as I call them, always want to beat me up or get boys to. Ridiculous? Yeah, I know. And currently she's chasing me because I threw the mystery meat school chili in her face. If you ask me though, she had it coming. She said that my mom didn't love me and that's why I'm now a stupid foster child, so now she has, what may or may not be beef, running down her face as she races down the hall to chase me. Tom and Jerry have NOTHING on us. As I make another corner, I came face to face with ,as you guessed it, the skanks.

"Well well well. What do we ha- OMG NYLA WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE!!", Miranda, the 2nd skank bitch in command asked as Nyla came around the corner.

"That bitch threw chili in my face", she screamed pointing at me.

They looked in my direction.

"I'd love to stay and chat but I gotta go", I said before taking off again.

As I was running down the hall I saw Nyla's man candy and tried to stop myself before we made eye contact and collided into each other but I just couldn't stop my damned feet in time. I ran right into his fist.

"Look at her. She can't even fight back", he said laughing with Nyla and her skanks who had made it just in time to see me get punched.

"Don't let me catch you on your way home. Bitch", she said laughing at me then walking away along with everybody else.

I just laid there while my vision got blurry. Soon enough I blacked out.

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I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the nurses office. My head was pounding.

"Nurse. She's awake", I heard my best friend, James, say as they both walked over to me.

"How'ya doin' sweety?", she asked as she flashed the flashlight across my eyes.

Flashback

"Pupils are dilated."

"Check her pulse."

"She's not breathing."

"CLEAR."

"I REMEMBER!!", I screamed jumping up ignoring the stinging sensation in my head.

"Excuse me?", the nurse asked in confusion.

"I REMEMBER!!", I said jumping off of the table.

"Lauren I think you need to sit down", the nurse says rushing over to my side. "You have a concussion."

"NO I REMEMBER! I REMEMBER!"

"I'm going to have to sedate you if you don't sit down Lauren."

"Lauren I think you should listen to the nurse.", James chimes in holding me in a hug.

Then I felt a little prick in my arm, and the world went black

I walked out of the school building and ran home. I remember my life. I ran into the building and went to the computer room. I died. I was hit by a car.

I typed Lauren Cholkovich in the systems search bar. Nothing.

"Lilioukalani Davis", a voice said in my head.

Being curious, I typed it in. I found a couple of police reports, doctors check ups, a death certificate, and a picture that look oddly familiar. Next to it was a picture of me. Something else caught my attention. In big bold letters underneath it said "Resurrected Form". What the hell do they mean resurrected form? I started to read the police report.

"A 17 year old girl named, Lilioukalani Davis, was struck by a car passing a red light. Police are saying that it was a hit and run due to the fact that the car was not found at the scene."

I then read some of the check ups and covered my mouth when I came across some gruesome pictures. One picture had the girl that was hit by a car battered and bruised. The next was a picture of the same girl except no bruises, like she was never hit. The next one really scared the living hell out of me. It was me. Except it was just my skin. No bones. Barely blood. Just skin. I almost threw up. The next two pictures were deleted off the hard drive. What the hell is going on? I removed my self from the table and bumped into the head mistress. She owned the system.

"Oh I'm sorry Head Mistress it-"

"You know too much already", she said before injecting me with knock out serum.

What does she mean? I slowly slid to the ground and blacked out.

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