A New Beginning
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE HITTING ME ON A RED LIGHT!" I want to scream but I can't, the next thing I see is a bright light. That's the last moment of Alex Marian Whitlocky. Scene over, now I'm Alexandrianne Dianthus D' Portelious. As you can tell I got reincarnated DUH, but I didn't start as a baby. I just remembered and I'm 18, not a fucking baby. I mean It's good that I don't have to live immobilized for a year, but I would have time to plan what I do with my life.
My dad in this life is a total human version of a headache, then my mom in this life is so obsessed with her image that you would think she's a supermodel or something. Not to mention the brother in this life is a pig, no scratch that it's insulting to pigs. He's worse than a pig, all he does is eat all day with his mouth open and nag at everyone.
Now that I've regained my previous life's memories I have realized I messed up, with what? EVERY GOD-FORSAKEN THING! I'm being used by my father, being used by my mother, and bowing to every whim of my brother. I'M A FUCKING PUSHOVER! How have I not realized this at all?
A maid barges in my room when I am clearly freaking out about my poor life decisions and starts to clean, rude! "May you please lead me towards the bathing area?" Yes, I have to ask a maid this formally to give me a bath. Another thing I forgot to say is that all the maids neglect work when it comes to me since I've often stolen the hearts of their men, cause I'm gorgeous. But how is this my fucking fault? God gave me good looks and I am sure as hell not going to hide them!
"I don't have time for that, I'm already stuck cleaning your messes every day the least you can do is clean yourself." The maid rudely snides causing me to fume, THIS FUCKING ASS OF A MAID DID NOT JUST DO THAT! In my past life if anyone talked to me like that they would have already been beaten 3/4 to death, not half 3/4.
Did I not mention this before? I was the daughter of a gang member and spent my whole life learning martial arts, the gun, the art of seduction, and having a bad temper. If anyone talked shit to me then they would get one hell of an ass whopping, and my father and mother encouraged me.
As I recall their very words, "Our little tiger is finally growing up! We raised her well, how did we end up with such a wonderful daughter like her?" But that's beside the point, the point is that this prissy girl just dared to talk down to me. She talked down to me when I was already being nice to her talking all formally and shit, she's not bothering to even do her job! My fist is itching to meet her face but the rational side of me tells me violence is not the answer.
If I do hurt the maid then she will exaggerate the pain then all the maids will hate me more, then there will be exaggerated rumors about how I killed a maid for talking to me or something. I don't have time for that, ESPECIALLY WHEN IM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT! I sigh, I can take a bath myself I'm not a kid but in this world, the maids bathe people. I guess I should be glad that I don't have to be bathed by someone who hates my guts, the maid does a bad job anyway when she does bathe me.
I make my way to the bathroom then stop midway remembering that I have to get water from the well, I immediately grab my head in frustration wanting to punch something. I've done this many times before but it's just tiresome, If I had my past life's body then this would be a breeze. I sigh again this just keeps on getting worse and worse.