I jolted awake. I stood up from my sitting position.

My back started to ache from the sudden movement, maybe I shouldn't have done that...

The haziness in my brain began to fade and was replaced with alertness after realizing that I was in an unfamiliar place.

I looked around, it was dim but light seeped through the tiny cracks of the wooden ceiling giving the room enough light to go around but not see everything.

The room is filled with boxes, actually they're crates, that are sometimes covered by white cloth.

Am I in an old warehouse or some sort of shed or something? Even though I asked myself that question, I knew I wasn't inside any of those because of the constant swaying and disorienting movement of the floor. I was in a fucking ship.

I don't need to ask myself why I was in a ship bacause I knew the reason why. I am a stowaway.

The question is, how in the hell did I know that?

How the hell did I know that I am a twelve year old girl that lives in the Caribbean when I am a twenty year old hispanic woman that was just going through college?

It was at that moment when I began to think about what happened, basically my death.

It was weird, no matter how much I tried to rack my brain around it, it just didn't make any sense at all. All that I know is that I died back there and it can't be anything else cause first of all, no one just faints in the middle of an explosion, second of all, I'm somewhere else entirely... Ok, now this leads to the next question.

Why am I still alive? Cause I'm pretty sure this place isn't heaven.

Reincarnation is my first guess but I tried to find more reasons. After finding none, I stuck with the reincarnation thing.

Alright, so I was reincarnated as a little girl that left her home for God knows what reason and became a stowaway in this ship. Really, that's all that I know...

This is actually pretty weird considering the fact that most stories that I've read about reincarnation starts when the person is born or they come in contact with something that makes them remember.

None of that happened to this kid, I looked through her memories. She just fell asleep before I came.

Also, it would've been nice if I knew her name along with some other information about her but I guess when I came along this now technically belongs to me.

It's fucked up but what do you want me to do? There is literally no way for me to go back to my old life and a certain someone didn't let me in the pearly gates or even dropped me into the fiery pit.

This is my life now and I'm excited!