Usually, when life gives you lemons, you are suppose to make lemonade. I did my best with the cards I had in life. I did go to school, made friends along the way. I made sure to respect my parents, no matter what. I had a good life. I graduated the University of New York, and about to go into the real adult world. I would get a job that could support me until I make it as a best selling author.
Yet, life had other plans for me. Sometimes, Life is cut too short for the youth. I was on my way home, carrying the birthday cake for my little brother. Stepping forward, I wait for the train. Then someone push me towards the rail, making me stumble in the way of the train. I gasp, bracing myself as the light engulfs me. I believe in after you die, you would meet all your dead relatives and have one happy reunion up in heaven if you are a good soul, maybe you would see God. Bad souls go to hell and I know I'm not a bad soul. I never did anything bad, except for breaking up a relationship, but a good soul! BUT THAT WOULD BE TOO EASY FOR ME, RIGHT GOD?!
"Come on, my babies, come to mommy," a woman sits away from me said. Apparently, reincarnation is a thing, and I am a baby again. I owl blink at her, studying my mother. She has the darkest brown hair, with bangs obscured her eyes like a sheepdog. Two kind yellow eyes watches me. I look around and see my twin sister babbling away, playing with her teddy.
"You think they can understand you, sis," my aunt said, coming into the room with tea. She pours a cup of tea for both herself and mom, sitting on the couch. My aunt looks like she is ready to looks like my mother except she has high cheekbones and a beauty mark in the middle of her forehead. My mother sigh, slumping over.
"They should be walking by now, Clarie," my mother said, leaning against the coffee table. She really wants us to walk, I mean I don't know how many months I am, but I can try. My sister and I know how to crawl, but to walk is a bit difficult. I start to crawl towards her, but decide to go to the table first. Using the table for support, I grip the table with my little hand, pushing myself to stand.
"Ah, Clarie, My baby! She's doing it!" mother screams in delight. My aunt raise her tea up in salute and drinks.
"Go Kathryn, you can do it!" my aunt cheers for me. Finally, I am standing on my own. I let out a glee until my knees gave out on me and I hit my forehead on the table. I land on my butt with a red spot on my forehead. My mom and my aunt hold their breath, watching me. It didn't hurt. IT DIDN'T HURT.
"Wah~" I pathetically whimper out. I try to hold on but my babyself can't help it. It hurts.I start to whimper like a puppy being abandon. Two hands lift me up, I glance up to see my mom kissing my wound.
"Its okay. Its okay," my mom said, bouncing me. It didn't help at all. She smiles, planning something. Suddenly with holding me in her arms, a book start to float beside her, glowing blue.
"Water Creation: Corydoras Catfish," she said, holding her hand in the air. A small ball of water appear in her hand, then many tiny fishes comes from that sphere. They float around my sister and I, never losing form when we pass out hands through them. I laugh, my eyes widen at this. Magic? ITS MAGIC!
"Aww it seems both Kathryn and Lily likes it," my mom said, happily. Maybe this life won't be that bad. I'll live happily here,and be a freaking witch, a magician. I'm going to be the a real witch like Hermione Granger. AHH!
