Hello Viewers, welcome to my first story on my account. I've taken creative writing classes and I did my best to apply them to the stories I have in my mind in movie form to literary form. I would constructive criticism to help me improve and rude comments/reviews will be ignored. If ya gonna be a hater, then don't bother reviewing at all please.

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Prologue

The Beginning is the End

How do I even start to explain? All I remember that I had fallen asleep in my bed at around midnight. The next this I know is that I'm my 6-year-old self again during the earthquake that happened long ago. Me, a 22-year-old woman, waking up to the kindergarten classroom, under a desk next to a heavy toppled over bookcase that I know traumatized me over 15 years ago. Now the question is how did this happen?

"Alright everyone, come out and form a line, we're heading out to the playground for roll call." My kindergarten teacher, Mrs. McGarden, called out to all of us.

'Is this really happening?' Was all I could think at the moment. I stood up and immediately felt… I don't know how to describe it, the best word for it would be, weird. Being in my smaller child body with the mentality of an adult's in mind makes moving awkward. None the less, taking small steps allowed me to blend in with the other crying, frightened, and excited 5 and 6 year olds.

The moment we left the classroom, I just took everything in and was blown away. Everything was how I remembered it. The class I was in had the recess/back door right next to the fenced off preschool playground jungle gym. That was to the left side of the door, to the right was the HUGE playground for all the grades K-6th. Only a portion of the playground was visible, but as we walked passed the corner of the building, I nearly stopped in my tracks. The old swing set was their along with the old 'Big Toy' jungle gym before it was replaced with a new one when I was in 6th grade, 6 years later. The purple play-set with separate spinning poles you can ride wasn't there and the two cherry blossom trees on the far right of the playground, next to the north side of the school were there and standing tall as I remember them. The dirt field just north of the trees was and will be the same as always, as well as the small portion of the forest that we can play in just at the edge of the grounds. Everything was exactly how I remembered it.

"Alright everyone, when I call your name say 'here' or rise your hand." Mrs. McGarden call out to us over the crowds of the other classes and teachers. It was then I realized how lost in thought I had been, or should I say lack of thought, to not have noticed we all stopped in front of the single green bench in the middle of the playground.

'Okay, just calm yourself…' I took a deep breath and focused myself. 'Alright, so to sum up everything, I've just be thrown back to the past… no I wouldn't be a child if that happened. So the only other option is reincarnation. But I shouldn't have been reborn as MYSELF, in the PAST. The real question is how all of this even happened in the first place…'

"Meghan… Meghan, are you here?"

"HERE!" I accidentally said a bit too loudly than necessary. I'm just glad I caught it in time. I don't want Mrs. McGarden to have a panic attack. She's the best teacher I had, or now should I say have. So far, everything has gone as I remember in the fragments of those old memories.

And that's when it hit me. I missing some memories, critical memories, from when I was 22 in my "first life." 'Okay, I need to concentrate, what happened after I went to bed that night?' After role call the teacher announced that they have contacted our parents to pick us up, and with the traffic, I had time to think this through. 'Where should I start…? Alright, how about looking into why I lost my memory of what happened. The top two contenders could only be 1) a traumatic event in the time gap of last night and the following day, or 2) my memory was taken away from me by another party that could be involved.' Looking over the situation again, my final answer shifted over to the latter, but with little information presented so far, I could not put any solid conviction in that answer. I guess you could say it was hypothetical answer more than anything. Now onto the more pressing matter at hand. How the hell am a my six-year-old self again?!

The movement of 'tiny' bodies directly in front of me redirected my attention to the real world events now flowing in motion. Adults in casual clothing were entering the playground area and the children scattered about were now conjugating near the entrance/exit of the playground and the front area of the school. The entrance that happened to be right next to my class. Now that I think about it, it's a bit 'coincidentally' that it was here that I had that traumatic experience that changed my attitude 180 degrees, into the person that I needed to be to be the person I am today. Before the earthquake, my mom told me stories of how I was a little monster who purposely disobey my mom and did things I wanted to do. And after the earthquake, I became a timid/shy pacifist that always did what my mom asked me to do. However, my older brother Kalub, was effect in the same way as I was. My brother is 2 years older than I am, and according to my mom, he was the timid/shy one that did everything he was told. After the event he said that it was awesome and eventually escalated to the biggest selfish, princess'y, jackass that I knew today. That's enough of my rambling, directing my attention of the flow of parents coming into the playground, I kept my eyes out for anyone familiar. At this point in time, I haven' met my best friends yet, so I have no idea what they look like now. The only person I can keep an eye out for at this point in time is my mom. I waited possibly 5 minutes (which felt more like hours) before I finally spotted the very familiar face I was looking for. Chocolate brown hair that just barely reached her shoulders, standing at about 5'4" in a pale pink short sleeved shirt, light blue jeans and a pair of old tennis shoes was my mom.

The minute I spotted her a tight yet warm feeling rose to my chest and my eyes were on the verge of tears. I don't know why I was feeling this way, was it because of the childish instincts of my current body and time period? No, I wouldn't have been aware until it had already passed. Then… am I reacting to the missing memories? My mom looked my way and finally spotted me and began to make her way to me, "Meg! Over here!" She called out over the crowd she was making her way through. I couldn't think anymore after that and just finally followed what my instincts were screaming at me to do. I ran to her as fast as this body could go and hugged her as tightly as I could when I finally reached her. My mind went completely blank and my instincts took over. And what did I do?

I cried. And cried.

By the time I finally came back to my senses, we were making our way back to the silver 1992 T. 4 Runner that was waiting in the main parking lot of the school with my soon-to-be asshole of an older brother walking on the other side of our mom. Was the emotions I had been keeping in that… I guess you could say bad, but, you can see what I'm trying to say. On the way home, I said nothing and just stared out the window. I just don't have the energy to worry about anything right now. When we pulled up the driveway of our house, I got out and looked at the house. It was a single story house in a cul-da-sac that had the both new and old vibe to it. 'This was before we moved, that means I'm sharing a room with Kaleb…' That thought gave me a sickening feeling in my stomach. Walking inside I went straight to our shared room and went straight to my bed at the far side of the small room. The moment my head hit the pillow I fell asleep without a second to spare.

I had no idea what I could do now.

I had no idea what was soon to come.

The next morning when I woke up, the house was quiet, but the sun was high in the sky outside the one window in our room. My head felt so clouded and my eyes still felt heavy from the unnatural amount of sleep my body went through. Despite my sluggish feeling in my head I changed into fresh clothes and walked out into the small hallway and into the kitchen. I could hear the tv on with a tv show I've never heard before (And I highly doubt I would be interested in it ever.) and I could hear a glass being put down onto, most likely, the end table next to the couch.

"Good morning peanut." My mom called out from the living room. "You don't have to go to school today."

"Okay, I love you mom!"

"I love you too!" And with that she went back to watching TV.

I kinda figured that there wasn't going to be any school today, the earthquake was just YESTERDAY. I looked up at the calendar on the wall out of curiosity and instinct of doing it so often when I was "older". It still feels weird thinking that way. The calendar read 'March 25th, 2001'. I'm going to be 7 in a few months' time, and we won't be moving until next year when I'm eight years old. That means a whole year's worth of hell with Kaleb… 'Fucking hell, couldn't the universe stuck me into my younger self when we were already in our new house?' After that, I grabbed a juice box from the fridge and secluded myself in my room and played video games we had on the N64.

'If I'm going to re-live my life, then I might as well enjoy every moment of my 'childhood' as I can.'

By just going about the school days and regular days in my own imagination (while still maintaining the intellectual 'level' of the other kids my age) and planned out my future so I could live a LOT better than I did before. However, a year has already past and it's moving day! Today all of us, my dad, mom, and my brother, are checking out the house today so we can pick out our rooms. During the drive I had a small revelation. I could pick the room that my brother took from me before. The room in question had double doors, large but kind of narrow space, a window overlooking the new cul-a-sac directly across from the double door entrance. The half of the room next to the window was shaped like the roof of the house (Like this: /\). It made it look like a tiny house merged with the rest of the main house. It was the room I had always wanted and I'm making sure I get it. No. Matter. What.

A few minutes past and we pulled into the driveway, the real estate lady was there and was greeting my parents when we got to the front door. I tuned out the conversation since it was useless chit chat. The minute we were let into the house, the lady whose name I tuned out, started showing us the downstairs starting in down the hallway were the laundry room, master bedroom, and garage door was. Since I was in the back, I took the opportunity to stay back and instead go up the stairs as quietly as I could. I walked past the upstairs bathroom that was across the stairs and made a beeline for my target. Opening the door, the empty room was beautiful in my eyes. I had many ideas of how I wanted to arrange my room.

Turning around so I could shout over the wall-like railing. "I CALL THIS ROOM!"

My parents and my brother came upstairs a minute later and looked my way. "No I want this room!" Kaleb immediately whined. Little bastard.

"Now Kaleb, Meghan found this room first, wouldn't you like this room down here?" My mom immediately tried to sway him with the room I had in my previous life. 'YES! MY PLAN'S WORKING! She's doing exactly what she did to me that first time!' I felt so satisfied to beating Kaleb, especially when he started to try 'but I'm the older one' bullshit. But the next dangerous challenge is about to come.

"Alright then, how about we flip a coin then?" My dad suggested, taking out a quarter from his pocket.

"No way!" I interjected right after he finished his sentence. I know for a fact that Luck was VERY RARELY on my side when it's down to just luck based stuff. My mom and I call it 'the horrible bingo luck' since my mom never wins at bingo (Except 2 times but not the big cash prizes). "I found this room fair and square and it's unfair that Kaleb gets it from a stupid coin toss!" I said loud and clear, making sure I don't scream like a child. They stopped taking in my valid and reasonable defense. But Kaleb being the brat he is, started to throw a fit on wanting the room, one of the things he said was basically favoritism to me. 'Not making your case any better moron.' I thought dully. My mom took him into the other room to convince him to take it while my dad stayed with me. We didn't talk, just waited and listened until they came back into the hallway.

"Alright, Meghan will be getting the room she picked out and Kaleb will be getting the 'bigger one' down the hall." My mom concluded to my dad and I. That room is shaped like a regular room but it's not bigger compared to my 'new' room. But the end results were what mattered. And it was SO sweet to trump Kaleb. The plan was a success!

Later that day we headed back to the house and started moving our stuff into our new place. Kaleb, the jackass, tried to put his stuff in MY room, of course mom caught him in the act and scolded him and moved his stuff into HIS room. One thing I thought I decided to keep the same was my naïve childish idea that we were going to be sleeping here without getting everything moved. I had the white mini TV plugged in and I was watching cartoons. It went exactly as I remembered and we returned home for the night. I'm not going into details because I'm lazy.

But there was one thing I thought before I fell asleep that night. 'If I changed that part of my 'life', then what else can I change?'

Now I know it's not much but I'm waiting till the next chapter to start getting into the swing of things. So stay tuned and thank you for reading!

Again, have a great day everyone! :3

Next time on Lost For Words:

The End is Another Begining