My first life

Hello everyone my name's Alexander but I prefer to be called Alex. Now it may be weird that I'm talking to you but I wanted to tell you of my first life so you can know a bit about me.

In my first life my parents died in a car crash when I was 9. I lived in an orphanage bullied every day by others but who cares I wanted to enjoy my time so I did. But when I became 18 I was forced to leave so I got a job and still had fun. Even though I was underpaid, over worked, and yelled at every single day I made sure to continue enjoying life because I wanted to.

thirteen years went by untill the store I worked at was sold. I was forced to try and find another job but was unable to. So I lived on the streets. Then one day I was kidnapped and forced to work for a gang. I worked tirelessly for thirty-seven years but at least I got food and a bed to sleep on.

After I was freed from the gang I went back to living on the streets. At least once a week I was beaten and robbed by other for the measly change others had given to me. Still I didn't let life get me down I continued to live life the best I could. So more years went by and I guess it was my time.

On my morning on my walk through the park I felt it. Felt what you ask? I felt it was my time to leave this world. I wasn't to suprised because I'm currently 97 thinking about my life as I narrate it for you. As I'm walking I feel my heart finally stop.

I fall over no longer breathing as I had passed on. But who would of known that what happened next is I wake up in some blank space with someone looking at me.