"Twenty first century girl
A beautiful lie
Twenty first century girl
I do what I like
Twenty first century girl
Yeah I'm gonna live it up
Just live it up." Willow Smith's voice wakes me from my slumber.
"Okay, okay, we get it." I talk to my phone, rolling over and flipping my phone over. I've got a text.
Francine Toubl
Hope you're liking your new life! The court and I have provided you a house, five thousand dollars a month, and food in the fridge. Today's task is to make a friend. Go get 'em girl! ;D
That must have been the female in the courtroom.
Wait...mental pause. New life?
That's when I finally realised why the bed was softer than my usual one. I'm not with Hope. I'm living on my own.
"Ugggghhhh." I let my head fall back onto the pillow, wanting a moment of peace.
My phone buzzes in my hand again.
Francis Toubl
Get up! You have school! Oh, we also supplied you a car. Just follow the blue ferari on Center Street and you'll find Hilltop High. BTW David (the other idiot in court) is your pretend father and I is your pretend mother. If you need a parent for a confrence, just call me! Have a nice day!
Damn, that was a long text. I sigh.
I can't even get out of school when I'm techniqually dead!
The whole thought of me being dead nerves me. So, let's just go along with the day with smiles!
I bounce up from bed to a door that opens up to a fricking walk in closet. To say I'm in shock is an understatment.
I'm in fabulous clothes heaven!
I run in excitedly, picking out a black skater skirt, with a purple crop top and a black mini leather jacket. I change into them quickly, since school starts in about thirty minutes. That's when I look in the mirror.
My new body is smoking. If I were in my old body, I'd go lesbian.
My hair is golden and wavy, I turn and watch it shine as it cascades down my back. My skin is soft and acne free, I can't seem to stop stroking my cheeks. My eyes are and electrifying green and seem to glow on their own, so eye makeup can be forgotten.
I grab a tube of lip gloss I find in the bathroom and add on a thick coat, making a little 'pop' sound as I grin into the mirror.
"Rebecca, you are one hot mama." I praise myself, exiting the bathroom in search of where my bag would be located.
"Becca!" Someone calls from downstairs.
"Who's there?" I question, walking down the stairs for the first time.
(insert details of downstairs)
"Your mother, silly." A blonde and beautiful woman stands at the foot of the stairs with a purple bag in hand. Oh, it's Fran.
"Mother," I answer with a grin on my face. "What are you doing here?"
"What? You aren't the only one that gets a new body! I'm your mother!" Fran defends herself, adjusting the jacket on her shoulders.
YOU ARE READING
No More Second Chances
Teen FictionOne day I'm fine. I go to school, get A's, and hang with my friends, as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until I go to school that morning. Surprisingly, this is the day I died. I never thought I'd die at such a young age. I was planning on dying...
