Reborn to Rewrite Her Story

The last thing I remembered was Ricky Montgomery screaming "Kiss my ass you nerd!" Then stomping on a piece of plywood.

I realized that I'd died before I figured out how. Apparently, there was a damaged wire left exposed inside the transformer I was sitting on while reading. When the little jerk stomped on the plywood, it caused a chain reaction ending in a bucket of water pouring on me and the transformer. The water reached the wire and set the whole damn thing ablaze before I even realized I was wet.

It was a little bit my fault, though. I mean, duh, not really. But the staff at the group home had been telling me pretty much my whole life not to sit on that thing when I'm reading or I'd get electrocuted. But hey, I sat on it my entire life and nothing ever happened, so I figured they were just full of crap.

Group home staff: 1

Me: 0

I just hoped that Ricky would be properly traumatized by my death. He was about 10 years younger than me, but he had been an absolute terror since the day his social worker abandoned him there. He deserved a little trauma to help him chill out.

My soul or spirit or whatever you wanna call it seemed to hover in the air a few moments after my death, but it wasn't long before I opened my eyes again.

Which was weird because I didn't think that was a thing that happened after death. It was my first time dying, though. So, it's not like I knew what was considered proper protocol.

Distantly, I heard someone calling the name Lisa Somers.

"Lisaaaaaa! They'll be here in under an hour. Get your stuff ready!"

Who was coming? God?

I sat up from where I was laying and looked around. I wasn't in the group home anymore, nor was I in a hospital bed, but it definitely didn't look like heaven. Unless heaven was a cramped dorm room that was at least 30 years overdue for a remodel.

I climbed out of the bottom bunk bed and looked around the room, trying to find hints of what was going on. I passed by a mirror on the back of the door and had to stop and do a double take.

Was that me?!? I looked Awful!

I ran right up to the mirror and got a good look at myself. Ok, my immediate reaction was a bit dramatic. I actually looked pretty ok despite the big black glasses, but certainly not like myself!

For starters, I no longer had short red hair and brown eyes. My hair was long, black, and frizzy as hell. Also, my eyes were a clear dark blue, with only a tear drop mole near my left eye. All my freckles were gone! I was also at least half a foot shorter than I should have been.

Who the hell was I?!