1st POV:
Before I became the girl I am today sarcastic, ass-kicking swordsperson of complete awesomeness, I was an overweight anime otaku with average looks and a normal and less psychotic personality. You see I was reincarnated into this fantastic flame throwing world when *BAM* I got hit by a speeding minivan. I was walking home like any other mediocre day of school when I was crossing the street when out of nowhere a speeding soccer mom made me as flat as pancake and it was fucking painful but it was extremely quick instant kill if you would. Yeah imagine one day your living your normal life when suddenly your dead and then darkness there was no pause, no seeing my life pass before my eyes, no going through a dark tunnel with a light at the end not even a deity telling me I have some great destiny to change the future of some different universe like in some fanfiction that I had read. it was quick death and even quicker after life because suddenly I feel as though I had waken up and I realize that there's a loud wailing noise. So I do what nay normal person does and starts freaking because hello dead chick here how the hell can I feel or even hear. then my mind started to recognize that the wailing was in fact me which brought it's own slew of trouble, 'Crap no wait why me1 i wasn't noble I didn't my deity or magical pixie unicorn explain to me my purpose why THE HELL AM I REBORN WITH MY MEMORIS INTACT!' I then realized that I wasn't alone in fact there were two people in the room with me both were looking down at me. They didn't pick me up because I stopped crying and started freaking internally something that I would always do in past life since I didn't want to disturb my family or the people around me. I noticed that I could see them pretty clearly meaning I was either 3 to 4 months considering they are more than 12 inches away and then iI noticed in their eyes the immense love they had when they looked at me. My heart felt a little warmer and a bit calmer the women an elegant looking lady with black hair tied into a bun with a few pieces hanging out and soft heart shaped face and stormy grey eyes. The man on the other hand was what surprised me the most his hair and I kid you not was silver grey but it didn't look fake in fact it fit well with the rest of him, he looked from what I could see like a tall and lean with slightly tanned skin, and bored looking hazel colored eyes. In his eyes though I could see just as much love as in the women next to him. the love was for me and I kne that even though this was fucking crazy and that I should be dead I would at least try if not for some of the sanity left in my head to adapt to this new life and enviroment then for these people who have taken care of me and the parents of this new body. That was the day I gained my greatest resolve, that was the day that I made a promise to myself and these stran- no my parents to at the very least try to make the best for me and them.