As I woke up darkness greeted me.

*How the hell did I get here ? Wasn't I just in class ?*

The darkness didn't scare me…

It had a warm feeling to it like home … And it kind of felt like the greatest waterbed I ever laid on … Not the cold feeling of the dark cupboard my parents put me in for punishment … well but that is not important … now I just need a bowl of caramel popcorn and I would be in heaven … hmmmm the crunchy and sweet sensation let my mouth water just at the thought of it…

I tossed and turned and let the sensation of the velvet like feeling of the water against my skin absorb my troubles, calming myself as I floated in this darkness.

I started planning what I would want to do and most importantly what I wanted to eat when I was finally free from this place … not that I would complain about it, it felt wonderful and my bodyguards could wait a few hours before rescuing me but Martha, my personal chef, had told me that she would make my favorite dish for today's lunch …

Peking duck! Hmmm just think about the slowly in the oven roasted, crispy syrup skin that let you fly straight to cloud nine …

I moved my hand to my mouth to wipe imaginary drool from it…

But just as I started drifting into my la-la-land that I always visited when I thought about food a thought about my parents let me crash into reality almost immediately…

They would once again complain about my kidnapping I am sure … and for sure they would cancel my dinner … once again. I had to thank Martha for giving me secret treats on the side and keeping me alive.

I could ignore the constant punishment for little mistakes and the coldness of my family home that I grew detached from, somewhere around my 10th birthday, where my father found it more important to scream at me for having defended myself against the child of one of his business partners than being proud of my strong character.

But when they found out that I had a great love for food and eating delicious meals, they started using the lack of meals as a form of punishment.

Well, that was not really surprising. What do you expect, I already lost my fathers love when I was born a girl instead of a male and with that taking away his dream of a male heir, and I became the object of hate for my mother when my father tried for more children to get his heir. Of course, that wasn’t my fault but what do you expect of such sick people…

But enough of that. I bounced around a bit …

ahhhh … so squishy and warm, like laying on a warmed waterbed in a perfectly conditioned room, too bad that I can't see.

Haaa ~ After a while of just lying around and enjoying the quiet as well as the wonderful secure sensation that I never felt before … something started to feel wrong. This wasn't the same as all the times in the past where I was kidnapped … most times the surroundings where cold and the kidnappers were so nervous that they talked with each other sometimes even took their frustration out on me in form of a punch or a kick … but not now…

It was so strange that I started to think about what happened, well at least about what I remembered...

Ok … so I remember going to school.

The new math teacher wanted to test us, so he prepared a class test as a surprise…

I remember finding the test to easy and filling it out at half the time that was given to us … sucks being on the level of a university student while being in high school … oh well … after that I laid down on top of my desk and started to think about the peking duck that would be in the oven right now roasting to its crunchy perfection … wait there was a rumble I think … oh no ... sh*t … I'm dead…

I kind of felt crushed by my conclusion … given my high functional brain, I was very certain that my conclusion was correct … which would mean that I was really dead … thinking about it I could not help feeling elated by the possibilities … Of course, I mourned Martha's cooking and the duck in the oven that I would never taste but that was great!

Ok, it sucks being dead but I found it better than being totally disregarded as being a valuable member of my family only because I was female ... and it felt like it could only get better in the emotional section … Ok. So this is what I think what happened, well that was what happened to me to me…

No, I was not run over by the almighty truck … and I also was not dumb enough to walk into a dark alley in the middle of the night or help a total stranger … No, I just sat in my chair in school like every good little student and my school blew up.

There must have been some kind of accident, shortly before I passed out I heard the principal announcing something about a gas leak near the south side of the school where the chemistry labs are located and I think there must have been an explosion that caused the ceiling to come crashing down … I remember looking at the ceiling and seeing a boulder fall down on me right after the school shook for a bit…

I just hope these assholes from my class get what they deserved … but I hope the library is intact. It would be such a pity if my former safe haven was destroyed.

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Oh well … I am not someone who believes in an afterlife but after experiencing death and still holding on to my consciousness while experiencing the situation I am in I think I'm going to start my second life soon. Not that it could be any worse than my last life.

Being a genius since I was very young and being envied by my peers was kind of lonely and it didn't make it better that my parents hated the sight of each other and me for the matter.

Remember the cupboard? Well, let’s just say in it I had a better time than when I was not in it.

It was a form of punishment, yes, but it also gave me a place for me alone. I loved reading and became a bookworm since books distracted me from my life and it was the only escape I had.

That was also the reason I made the library my safe haven. The old librarian could not resist my puppy eyes and I could convince her that it would be a good Idea to give me the old storage room in the corner to make me comfortable. It wasn't that they did not want something in return.

Everything has a price I learned that from early on. But it seems the librarian only cared for a conversation partner that could entertain her for a few hours each day.

Having an IQ of 287 I was not as impressive as William James Sidis but I was considered a genius. I solved questions of the most difficult algebra as if they were 1+1. Of course, my parents were proud of me and if they didn't fight with each other or had my little brother to spoil they even found the time to praise me.

But who would I be kidding… they didn't find the time … not that they couldn’t … but after being with them for 16 years I understood that they needed to fight each other like they also needed to breathe. And my brother was much more important than my existence, not that I really knew him.

The only time I almost always saw him was on his grand birthday parties. Just before I died he had turned 10 and my father gifted him a brand new PlayStation. Great, I only got books, if they could even remember the date.

Not that I am complaining about the books, they were great but really book … playstation … do you see some kind of difference?

The kids of my class were all outshined by me so they began to hate me … it was so bad that I asked the teachers to not mention my test scores only revealing it at the end of the year that I had a full score in all my subjects and so I was always on top of the list.

Which made all the teachers very proud.

But they couldn't fool me. The only thing they were interested was my public image and that I brought prestige to the school. But well, they were not my friends so I could not expect selflessness and genuine feelings from them.

The kids in my class beat me on a regular basis since I didn't like sports. I had a knack for figuring out how exactly the teacher wanted me to move so to get a good *cough* perfect *cough* score but I had only enough muscles to pull that off since I was a bookworm after all and liked staying in the house more than playing with … others.

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And one of the things I found most disturbing was their attitute when I behaved like the female I was. I still had a bit of a boyish character from my childhood but I liked cute stuff and was interested in boys. And I also was kind of good looking since many asked me out but all of them backed off when they found out that I could make decisions for myself and was a bit hard headed when I knew I was right. *blush* which mostly embarrassed the guys that wanted to impress me with their "knowledge" …

That's all very well, but they should research the things they want to boast about more in detail to impress any girl with a working brain .... Wikipedia isn't always the answer to any question...

That wasn't my fault really. Right ? Right ??? RIGHT ?????

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But just a question … what was my brothers name? … No more important what was my name? And how did Martha look like…

Who is Martha?

I could feel my mind running around in circles disturbing my memories and giving me an uneasy feeling like you know that something is wrong but you have no idea what it is…

I felt like something was sucked out of me and my head had a slight headache … but why?

That damn fatal question started running around in my head never finding an answer and driving me almost crazy while it felt like a worm-hole had opened up in my head sucking in my brain and personality … like sucking in my being.

After having a little internal discussion I could feel my body suddenly calming down and when I was finally relaxed enough I started to heard a little „thump“ „thump“ … that sounded very much like a heart … …

Just one thought run across my mind.

Oh please don't tell me I am in a womb. Please!

...but strangely just as I thought about having another fit the sound intensified and together with a gentle force that surrounded me it calmed me down.

That was weird ... but it felt great ... oh, I can feel the force around me but it doesn't feel as good as when it was in me ... Hmm, that is something to research. I always loved to find out something new and I think the experiences I am going to go through are going to be very new to me ... hahaha ... well, than, let's start a new project ... how should I call it?

Project [Force]? No that is too … ordinary and it could describe anything ... then how about ... it had a calming effect ... how about Project [Calming Force]? ... well, that was better than before but still ... not very impressive...

Oh, well it seems I find no good names anytime soon. I suck at naming things ... grr ... Tsk … to hell with this…

...Ah, whatever I will just call it Project [Let me feel good again] short [Lmfga] ... haha now I am exhausted but finally, I have a name and can start research.

I pumped my fist in the air / liquid around me to celebrate but suddenly struck some kind of resistance. All in all it was very hard to move my first or just turn any part of my body. Well, I am still an unborn child … experimenting again I hit the resistance over and over getting a hang out of my motoric control and strength. The heartbeat accelerated and I felt a shudder of the liquid.

Sh*t I forgot I was still in my mother's womb...

Sorry Mom.

After the shudder passed through I felt a great force entering the liquid. It was much more potent than the force around me and it was directed at me. It had a calming effect and had the feeling of a small and gentle fire. Fire? How the hell did I get that impression?

I analyzed the potent force which wrapped around me and was infused with this „fire force“.

It was very different from the force around me. Even if the „fire force“ was more potent after being exposed to the force around me. I could tell that my force was much stronger even if it didn't have a specific feeling to it... curious I let the force glide over me giving no indication of my unrest. After confirming that I was calm the „fire force“ exited the womb. So it seems like it really was used to check the situation in here since I acted up.

Well, all I have to do is stop hurting my Mother and all is well ... I hope.

I concentrated on the force around me and thought about how to move it. Suddenly it moved.

Yes, it moved!!!

I had a little eureka moment and had to force myself not to move to much. Didn't feel like hurting my mother before I was even born would get me a great reputation. As the force entered my body it suddenly began to hurt. From the point where it entered my body fire spread through my veins setting my whole body on fire and causing me to cramp up.

STOP!!! … SH*T this hurts … Nononononononono….

The hurting sensation only intensified and as I fought against it, wanting my body to stop sucking the force in, but it still continued until each part of my body was set on flames. It hurt as if I was shoved into a bush of stinging nettles and I felt like I didn't have enough control over my arms and hands to scratch myself, which ironically was true.

The feeling intensified until I felt like passing out but just as my mind slipped away I felt a pull. The warmth around me disappeared and suddenly I started shivering at the cold as the water flowed away from my body.

The pull became stronger in intervals that shortened after some time while my surroundings got colder and colder everything pushing me in one direction...

Don't tell me these are contractions…??? Oh, my god, I am being born!!

As the realization shocked me my mind drifted away but not after I saw a blinding light coming near.