1 Rebirth
Laying down, I couldn't move my body all I could do is stare up at the white ceiling inside my small hospital room. I am going in for my last test to see if they can cure me. I already know that I will die though it is quite ironic dying of leukemia after these past few years of struggling to survive. Through treatments and medications, the doctors soon realized all of their treatments were doing the opposite of helping me. So in a final effort to prolong my life of 20 years. They are doing my last treatment by my request after this no more pills no more medications, just living for as long as my body allows. Three years of my life struggling to live, I lost all hope of making it long enough to experience what everyone is talking about. Things like having a family of my own, owning my place, having a dog possibly a cat as well. Seeing the children, I raise to be adults seeing little children of their own wandering around calling me grandma. I've already given up on all of those things.
- - - One week later - - -
Breathing hurts moving hurts everything hurts, but slowly I couldn't feel anything it felt like I was floating on a cloud. I know now that today is my last but I, Maria Garcia, do not regret dying. My only regret is that I didn't get to experience what others do. Taking my last breath, it felt like once I exhaled, I was released. With that, all went black, but I became surrounded in warmth. I didn't feel lonely.
Anyways that's how I died and umm now I'm in a pickle. I just discovered I'm in a womb.
That's one of the weirdest things that I have to tell you for right now. Also no there is no system telling me hey do you want to be a boy or a girl. Neither am I opening my eyes to discover hey I was reborn. More like I can hear my new families conversations. Also, I feel every jolt or action that woman makes and let's say she is a lazy person because she doesn't move much. Either way, she doesn't do much at this point and time. Also, from what I can tell, they suck at choosing names for me. At one point and time, one of them thought Hummus was the right name. That was a no although I don't mind eating hummus I don't want to be named after it. Let's hope they don't call me the same as my last life. That would be weird.
- - - Nine Months Later - - -
Well, wasn't that fun, I can shit. Alright by now I bet you now know that I am the most awkward person ever. Well, I'm now a baby, and I have no motor or bodily control. I'm just a baby that can make cooing noises and scream. I also get to do what most people don't get to do. I get to sleep all the time. Well in this life I found out my name is Angelica angel for short. My full name is Angelica Holly Juno. Witch stands for Angelica = Angel, Holly = Flower, and Juno = queen. What's with this name? Yes, it is pretty but still. Why? Eh, why am I complaining one of them thought it was a good idea to name me after hummus. I'll quit complaining. Oh yeah, I should probably tell you that I now know one thing. I'm no longer on earth. Is this a light novel? Also, I should probably tell you about my parents' names. My father is the second lieutenant of the national protection agency (NPA), Fritz Zae Juno. My Mother Maid at the Montgomery school of magic (MSM), Ruby Dara Juno. Yes, I found out that magic exists in this world. I swear this is turning into a light novel.
- - - Three months later - - -
I can do this just a little bit further I bet that I most likely confused you. I just learned how to crawl correctly, and this is the first time I crawled so far. Okay, I get it I'm celebrating over something you could probably do in your sleep. But understand I couldn't move on my own nor control my body very well until now.
Kneeling in front of me is Dara, saying that I can do it. Her hair is down for the first time in weeks. If you look at my mom from particular perspectives, she is average looking but still cute in her own right. Crawling to her, I sit myself up and fall into her lap, lifted into her arms, my mom's hair tickled my forehead. Having her hair tickle me feels weird. Maybe I should describe my parents to you sense I am about to fall asleep. Dara my mother is 4"3' with brown hair that goes a few inches past her shoulders, she has a button nose with Carmel colored eyes her face shape is almost that of a child's. When she gave birth to me, she was 17. Fritz, my father, is 6"6' blond hair that is short but long enough to have in a ponytail. If I were to describe him, he would be almost identical to Paul Walker. The only difference is rather than having blue eyes and curly hair my father has straight hair, green eyes and is taller than 6"2'. When I was born, my father was 23 today is his birthday now that I think about it. Stretching my arms, I fell asleep with my arms above my head. Let's say I woke up to my parents making love. I honestly didn't want to hear my mom say more with a moan. I didn't want to hear that. Nor did I want to listen to any more of it. So let's say that I screamed as most children do if they are hungry. When they both came running into my room, I shut up and fell back to sleep.
- - - 9 months later - - -
"Happy birthday!!!" I know that I'm one year old and all but why did they have to yell that I'm just a child though I do love the thought. Looking at my cake and all the gifts you could tell that they were gifts from family and some babysitters of mine. Actually, after my stunt last time when my parents were doing the deed, they started to have my grandparents babysit me when they wanted some alone time. So my mom is one month pregnant with my baby sibling. Well, now, I can act more mature than most children my age, and no one will find it peculiar. Wait back to what is going on. Looking at all the adults that are smiling after telling me happy birthday I giggled as any child and said, "Thank you" although it wasn't as clear as an older child at least I can say it as well as I can. With that, my parents both held the back of my chair, saying, "make a wish." With a piece of cake having a single lit candle in front of me. Honestly, I don't know what to wish for, but I know what I can say that will make all the adults think that I'm adorable and be sincere. "I wish to see mamas baby." With that, some people smiled softly. With a little strength, I tried to blow the candle. But knowing that I couldn't do it all three of us blew out that single candle.
- - - 8 months later - - -
Well, My mom is in the delivery room giving birth to my baby brother. For the past few months, my mom has been trying not to overexert herself and has been painting. I never knew she painted until now. Her paintings are so realistic it is almost as if your looking at the real thing or a photo. One of her paintings is of all three of us sitting together, hugging with me in the middle. Oh yeah, I learned something they don't have cameras they have the (MMD) Memorable Moments Device. It's like a floating orb that you send out, and it takes photos of whatever you want, whether it is you or things around you. Also, pictures here are known as (DI) Detailed Image. Anyways my father is currently holding me waiting for the nurses to tell us that my mom has finished delivering my baby brother. So staring at the off white walls, I could do was look around and think.
- - - One day later - - -
My mom gave birth to my little brother. He is so cute and adorable; I want to spoil him. He has moms brown hair for right now, he has blue eyes, but when he is older, his eyes will change color. Though one thing is obvious, he is their child he got dads nose and has moms wavy hair. He is cute; all I can do is pat his head. Because I am small and young, I'm not allowed to hold him, which makes me a little upset but being able to have him hold my hand makes me the happiest person in the world. I never got to experience having a younger sibling in my last life, so this is a wish come true for me. I bet at this moment I have the biggest smile out of the three of us. I can't help it though he is so precious that I am already so attached to him. If anyone tries to harm him, I will become that persons worst nightmare.
