Living Life as Jessica Smith

I had the perfect life...perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect house, perfect parents, perfect boyfriend...basically everything was simply perfect. Except, it wasn't....

July 7th, 2015

That was the date of my death. But the only thing is, I'm not dead.

On July 7th, 1965 my parents, my brother, and I were in a tragic plane crash. And ever since that day, we haven't aged a day since. When someone finally found us, which was two weeks later, we were taken back to North Carolina. After ten years we realized that something was wrong and we immediately moved. Not to mention we had to change our names every time we did. We've never told a single sole and we plan to keep it that way. It's been fifty years since, and although I should be 69 years old, I'm still 19.

So this year was the year we had to move (for the fifth time), and I couldn't have been more depressed. Even thought high school has been extremely easy, this was the best school yet. Everything was absolutely perfect, but it's always a waste. The only great part about living forever is that you can go anywhere you want, but what's the point when you have no one to share it with ? I've been to North Carolina, Illinois, Washington, and right now I live in Arizona. Next stop: New York.

So today was the day where I watched from afar as all my friends and their families, and even teachers gathered for my fake funeral. It's really hard to watch them suffer over my death but I've gotten pretty used to it by now. Also today was the day I became a new person. Today I was to become Jessica Smith