《But I never wanted to be involved》chapter 1 guess what got dragged in
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I scratched my head as I waited outside the gates for my best friend. It was about 12 pm at noon. It's summer and I'm sweating outside, I'm wearing a white long sleeve since I'd get tanned easily also I've been out here for two hours. I can already guessed the idiot was probably stalled by some girls or he was taking too long to return his project. We got out early today so I'm just waiting by the black gates. I've known George since we were kids. But since I was brought up with all boys in the family, he (my best friend) didn't see me as a girl. When I asked what his opinion was, his response back in middle school was. Your my best guy friend I could have. Talk about dense, anyway I'm outside in the hot sun sweating as I wipe my forehead full of sweat off.
"Wait up Jen," George shouted at me.
I click my tongue in annoyance as I notice his fan girls chasing after him. "Why don't you play with them instead," I said. "Wait what I do to get you so mad," he asked. I'm not even going to answer that question since the most obvious hint was following him. Even though I told him you either reject them or answer their feelings. It got on my nerves how he led them on. George is great in sports, swimming, tennis, baseball and football. I'm only good in volleyball but I no longer play in high school. The reason was most of my confessions were girls. Even if I confessed to a guy their response would be the typical. "But I only thought of you as a friend."
I'm not too girly, but also in between the line. So I'm not tomboyish either, I do wear dresses but only on ceremonies and occasions such as churches or parties. My hobby is reading novels. "Hey Jenny I said wait up why'd you stomp off campus without me for," George demanded a answer. I turn around to look at his curly short brown hair near my face. I push his hand away from my forehead, he thinks I have a cold or fever. If can describe my best friend I'd say a no brain idiot who's dense. He was in his white tank top and had his black shorts on.
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That was when I noticed too late a white light had flashed under him. His first reaction was to grab me. So here I am standing in the white space with this mid 20s lady laughing her head off. She had green wavy hair up to her shoulders, a silver crown above her head, blue eyes, rosy lips that look like a model, and she was wearing a long blue laced dress.
"I'm so sorry, it's just a first time anyone died over something like a summoning spell like this. Let's see what your file says anyway since you crossed over. Jenny Yang, brought up with her 8 older brothers. Loves reading, cooking, and volleyball. Got confessed to 239 times. (They're all females) No boyfriends," she said. From the tone of voice I'd say the lady in front of me seemed very amused about my confessions. Not that I'd be able to control it. "Let me introduce myself I'm the goddess of Luck and War, Reimei."
She had kissed me out of no where. I felt weak in the knees as her tongue invaded my mouth and she kept at for hours. My body collapsed once she let me go, I was breathing hard trying to catch my breath. My heart was pounding like crazy because she just took my first kiss without any warning. "Then I guess this would be your 240th confession, I love you."
I had a feeling she wasn't lying the way she was looking at me so seriously. "So since you died by mistake of the summoning spell your allowed to be reborn in our world where me and the gods govern. By the way your mine remember that." Reimei's hand went to my forehead and I felt a burning sensation on my forehead. But it quickly faded as soon as it came.
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Then the white room disappeared and it was black. I couldn't move at all, guess this would be what you'd call baby not being born yet.
Aren't you glad your being born as a baby? This way even if you start out you can learn slowly. By the way I made sure you kept your gender and memories. ♡
I groaned oh no. Don't tell me she did something else too.
I made sure only females liked you. Since I don't want you changing. ♡ This way we can be together no matter what.
Yep I didn't want to be involved he had to drag me in. My luck is the worst when he's around.
No worries since I'm the goddess of luck and war. Nothing will happen to you. Oh except your name changing since your parents will name you. I can't wait to see what you'll look like. ♡
I am so screwed aren't I. Also I have a feeling she'd be spying on me any opportunity she can get.
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