1 Who, what, where, when and why

During my school years I acted like a complete punk. My attitude was horrible and no one wanted to be around me. Heck I even carried around a baseball bat, though that was more because I was part of the baseball team than anything else. But unlike all these other nitwit school bullies that tried to suck up to me I was a woman of culture and enjoyed women's company. That is whenever I had the chance.

I wish they'd realized that despite imposing nature's i was a lesbian maiden at heart! I even scrounged up the courage to confess to my crush at the time. God I stuttered the whole way through. Most unfortunately all I received was an "eek" and her running away.

What I got afterwards was a barrage of annoyances. It was like one of those cheesy novels where the heroine gets picked on until out of nowhere the male lead steps in. By the end of the year my whole desk would be covered in markings telling me to go kill myself or calling me a slut. The teachers were decent enough to try to stop it but no one would step forward and for some stupid reason nobody would be caught.

But when next year came they took it too far. My favorite baseball teams came to play close by and my parents had worked their asses off to take me. After the game I managed to meet up with my favorite player[1]. At the time all I had on me was a pencil so I got him to sign it. I figured he'd had some paper or something for autographs but I figured the pencil wouldn't be ruined so easily. Well from then on I took it with me wherever I went and even got it it's own case so I wouldn't lose it easily. I mean how could you possibly lose a bright pink pencil bag that's about as thick as a sandwich packed full of deliciousness.

One day I was in a rush to get to practice and forgot the thing I in my desk. Well some bastard decided it would be a smart idea to break the thing that I clearly valued the most. The next day I rushed into class only to find the pink pencil bag open with what was left of my pencil lying within.

I beat a few people black and blue found the guy that did it and beat the shit out of him all the while I got away Scott free and did my best to repair the broken heirloom. Thankfully all the parts were still there and I glued it right back up. Of course it didn't look anywhere close to ok but the signature was mostly fine.

After that incident I never took it anywhere again and used all of my allowance to buy a small safe to protect it.

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When my parents found out about the "bullying" they were outraged. They stomped their way into my school and yelled at the principal for two hours. Of course they knew what kind of person I was but still they supported and loved me. They were honestly they best parents I could've asked for. Dad was laid back and a great conversationalist, he could talk for hours and still had stuff to say. I really looked up to him as a person.

Mom was always a strict person I I lost count of how many times she scolded me but she had a nicer, kinder side. Though she didn't show it very often.

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After high school reality slapped me in the face pretty hard in the form of mom having cancer. She died not long after and we were left swimming in debt. Dad worked to bone to keep us afloat but he couldn't keep up with all of it and he eventually had to stop working after collapsing and I took it upon myself.

Thankfully it wasn't anything too serious but he seemed dead inside and when he smiled it felt as if my heart was being crushed. We kept on pushing and eventually we passed on.

By the time my dad collapsed again we'd almost paid off everything and starting to get back to our usual selves. We thought it was just overwork again but when I heard he only had months to live I cried. For hours on end and after my tears had dried I got up bashed my head against the wall and pulled myself together. I decided then and there I was gonna spend as much time as I could with my father.

But it wasn't enough for them. No, they just had to throw one more jab at me. Just as we were crossing the street a car was barreling towards us and there wasn't enough time to move out of the way. Dad pushed me and I watched as the father I loved so dearly was crushed.

Suddenly I heard honking and felt bone crack as a semi truck ran into me. What came after was the loud screeching of breaks, screams and sirens. All the while I could only cry. For my father who so desperately tried to protect me only for it to be wasted.

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I sat in darkness for what felt like years. The scene of my father flying through the air repeating in my head over and over again.

Eventually for whatever reason I got of it and for the first time I tried moving. It took me a bit but I felt my eyes move what I saw next could only be described as astonishing. Instead of the blackness that I thought would be there was a ceiling. But how could there? I know I died. I was sure of it especially with how many bones that should've been broken. Using all the strength I could gather and shit ton of pain I managed to position myself into a seated position. When I looked around everything looked old fashioned. The room, the decorations, the furniture, everything! It looked as if it came straight out of a fantasy manga.

"Who, what, where, when and why" I question

"M-miss?" Came a voice

I turned to see an extremely surprised person dressed in maid clothing. I just continue to stare at her confused. Suddenly she rushes up to me and starts to bombard me with questions.

"Wh-who are you?" I ask timidly

"Y-you don't recognize me?" She asks shakily

I give a slight nod and she almost collapses.

"I am your made, Maddie." She finally says after calming down.

"And who am I?"

"You are the third daughter of baron Arodia."

"Maddie!" A mans voice comes now calling for my "new" maid.

A man that looks to be in his thirties comes bursting through the door only to stop in his tracks as soon as he lays eyes on me.

"A-Angela?" He asks in a shaky tone.

Suddenly he rushes towards me and I flinch when I feel a warmth envelop me. I open my eyes that I had previously closed to see the man hugging me.

"Angela my daughter I am so glad to see you awake."

Suddenly it clicks, I have been reincarnated as this Angela person whose name sounds oddly familiar.

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A good deal of time later and a lot of explaining I finally got him him and the five other people that joined out of my "new" room under the premise that I was tired.[2]

Note: so yes I know I said I was going to hold off on starting another novel but I got bored while doing nothing and decided to write this.

1: so I don't personally watch baseball or even keep track of the stuff that goes on in baseball nor do I know any baseball players or teams so you can just insert your favorite player or team if you want or you could recommend someone and I might put it there.

2: I know I skipped like a lot but honestly I don't think my sanity would've been able to survive writing all the weirdness that's usually there so you can just use your imagination or whatever.

I got nothing else to really say so as usual stay, safe stay healthy and have a good whatever time of day it is for you! ;)'