I woke up with a pounding headache. The last thing I remembered was getting hit by a truck. I was laying down on a huge bed and I sat up.

"What the...where am I?" I muttered as I looked around the room.

It was a spacious room with gold adorned on nearly everything.

'I'm guessing whoever owns this room was obsessed with gold.'

I got off of the bed and winced as the cold tile floor touched my bare feet. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a full-length mirror. I wanted to see how badly the truck that hit me fucked me up so I approached the mirror.

"Oh my god!" I shouted with wide eyes as I looked at my reflection.

I had short blonde hair and cerulean-blue eyes. I appeared to be about 16 years old.

As I continued to look at my appearance, I started to have a bad feeling in my gut.

'Wait for a second, I'm not dead, am I? Oh fuck, what about Amira?'

I was jolted out of my thoughts when the door suddenly opened and an evil-looking maid came in.

"Young Master Cash, the Duke told me to inform you that you are not allowed to eat dinner since you pulled that stunt in the Academy today." The maid spat as she looked at me with disgust before turning around and strutting out the door.

'Okay. What the heck was that and why the fuck did that maid just call me Cash? Don't tell me she meant Cash Reran as in the terminally ill cannon fodder that died in the first chapter of the novel I read before I died?!'