Has anyone else noticed I am terrible at titles? Sometimes I’ve even skipped them entirely. Sorry folks. Titles might be the hardest thing I have to try to come up with. I’ll keep trying.
I tapped my finger on the desk, staring out the window. The teacher was talking, but I hardly listened. I wanted to go outside. It was the last day of class, so everything was just review anyway. Honestly, I wished I could just take my exams and be done. Really doesn’t help this is my fourth time through this class.
Not because I failed. In my last pass through I actually made all A’s. Now I’m just waiting another three days. I have a plan. An escape plan. I need it to work. Desperately. If it doesn’t, I might go crazy. Maybe I’m already crazy.
You see, I keep dying and waking up on the same day at the end of middle school. The first time through, I died when I was sixty-five. The second time I died in a car accident at thirty-two. That one hurt because I technically survived the crash and died two days later. The third time I did something stupid and tried to stop 9/11. Since I kept coming back prior, I thought it was worth trying. It took awhile to get the pills in the insane asylum and kill myself.
So this is my fourth pass through high school. And it only convinces me more that any vampire stupid enough to choose to repeat this deserves to be caught and staked. It’s torture. I’m a hundred-twenty-three, not eighteen. At least each time it is easier to convince my parents.
My plan. My plan is actually simple. I’m going to rule the world. I know it sounds crazy. I know! I am enrolled in a prestigious school in France. I’m fluent because I learned it last time around. I was bored in high school, ok? I’m bored this time too, but I decided to work on electronics and computers.
I just need money. I have the theory and I’m going to launch myself into space. That’s the bones of the plan. Money. Rocket. Space. Specifically, I think I might launch myself at a black hole. See if any of those theories of relativity are real or not. Time and space and whatnot.
Or you know, this is all some kind of stupid paradox and I’m causing a loop by doing this. I don’t know, but it’s the only idea I have and besides, it’s going to be hard. Might take me a couple of attempts to get it right and it gives me something to work towards. Anything to make it stop.
Anything so I don’t have to die anymore.
Ok, so here I’m going to tell everyone: I am ok. I read a story on Royal Road about a girl who gets thrown back into her middle school body and another about a superhero with the power to “reset” himself in time. The two made me wonder what I would do in one or both situations. Insanity the third or fourth time through an entire life felt appropriate.
Dream by Day 