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Oh, sorry people! I changed some stuff and all that...*coff typos coff* Also, when there are parentheses, in 3rd POV, it's me, in 1st POV, it's the person.

I don't own KHR...*weeps*

Chapter 1: My Past Life

"Liz..." "Liz, wake up!" Lifting up her head, then dropping it back to the table, said girl flapped her arm at her classmate. " 'S still class...Lemme sleep..." So saying, she promptly fell asleep. Frowning, Julie shook the sleeping girl's shoulders, to no avail.

"C'mon, wake up! The teacher will yell at you again! Then we'll all have to stay in!" Turning her head, Liz smiled through her silky dark hair. "Too bad."


The bell rang. Poor Liz was sound asleep...

SMACK! "Owies...Gee, you didn't have to hit me so hard," Liz complained as she struggled to sit upright. Ms. Prim-n-Tidy merely looked down her nose at the school-proclaimed delinquent, a ruler in hand."Next time," Ms. Primsly (Ha! the pun~) "You will receive detention for purposely not participating in my class."

Liz twirled a pencil as she packed up. "Geez, why are all the old teachers such bastards they won't even let people sleep when they're being so fucking boring," Liz mumbled and began to rant in her head about why old teachers were so pissy and on permanent PMS. It was just frustrating, especially when they made all those boring announcements about...What was it, not throwing food at each other? Seriously, it was just a pie throwing contest...


Liz coughed out some (rainbow) dust. This was getting sooooooo old and wrinkled...like their faces. They would always walk up to her, sassy-like with overdone mascara and always doing that retarded Justin-Bieber-hairflip-thingy and say the same things, "Oh, you were sleeping in class again, you are such a lazy jerk." That was a weird way of using the word jerk. And they actually spent more time over-applying make-up than she sleeping. She really didn't understand it, but when she pointed that out, she just got kicked worse. At least this time she didn't get any hard to conceal bruises. It was hard enough to hide as it was. So, brushing her long, dark brown tresses out of her face, she pulled herself up and limped home.


1st POV

"It would be so much better if I could be like one of those anime people. They don't seem to mind getting beat up too much." I immediately started snickering at that. "Like poor tuna fishy and our famous Leon-Hammer." My giggling fit got worse.

3rd POV

Liz quickly bounced over to a beautiful...wait for it...VENDING MACHINE! She quickly got five bucks out of her backpack and jammed it into the machine. "Five bucks down the drain," she mimicked her mother in an extremely fake falsetto, it could rival Justin Bieber. Which was sort of creepy. In many ways. Grabbing her bag of Lays and a huge (operative word:huge) Frost Gatorade, she walked to the curb. Chugging a big gulp of Gatorade, she ran through many reasons why she shouldn't drink what she was currently drinking.

Not bothering to look at the lights or the traffic, Liz stepped into the seemingly empty (to her) street. "They would see me anyway because I'm wearing this ugly red sweater that got pooped on by a seagull on Saturday," she thought reasonably, though the poop wasn't the point. Another step, then- BAM! Pain, then black. Her last thought? " Damn, I didn't get to start on the chips yet!"