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I took a deep breath in as I pulled my hair over my shoulder, staring into the mirror. I ran my fingers through the silky waves in my auburn hair. I stared at my reflection, not even blinking. I have never in my life, before this, actually like what I looked like. I mean I use to look really crap, but now I look amazing. I don’t mean perfect, I still have flaws; but still. I looked in awe at the change I went through. My once short strait black hair is now long wavy auburn, which looked amazing by the way. Instead of my original really dark brown, almost black eyes I now have piercing blue eyes, I would of preferred green but it still looks amazing. My eyes moved themselves down to my chest; I did a little spin with satisfaction. My breasts looked about a C cup, my ideal size, rather than my crap A’s use to have. I couldn’t help but smile, so I noticed my teeth were perfect and white, and my lips seemed fuller. Oh I love life at this point, that is something I have never thought before, oh my. I lifted my top up to see I still had flab on my belly, a tear sprung to my eye.

“I couldn’t make you completely perfect could I?” A deep voice floated around my head. I turned to see Cheshire appear in front of me.
“I guess not, but I would of preferred if you had gotten rid of the flab” I stared at Cheshire, he was just so mysterious. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, which I have never actually seen the colour of. His suit looked sexy on him. His smile was more of a smirk but it still was amazing.
“Well that’d be impossible, no one has a perfectly flat stomach, yet still have curves” He leaned back like there was a wall behind him, but there was just thin air; I just stared at him. “But that looks weird, you know truly well it does.” Chesh sounded annoyed
“I don’t care Chesh; I really want to have a flat stomach.” My voice sunk.
“Hey I gave you a British accent right?”
“I guess so, but I I’m moving to England wouldn’t they wonder why I haven’t been there before if I have a British accent?”
“Nope. They’d assume you were from a different part of England”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I am sure. Now are you ready?”
“Ready as I possibly can”
“Good, “
“Wait! What’s my name?”
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t possibly have the same name, could I?”
“Oh right! No you can’t, your name is Ana, Ana Freeman, well actually Morgana Claire Freeman” Chesh gave me a huge smile, like my name was the best thing in the world.
“Nice”
“Is that sarcasm my dear?”
“No it’s not, I’m just tired”
“Of course you are. You just died and regenerated all in one night”
“Don’t remind me that I am technically dead”
“But you’re not, you are perfectly alive, Molly is the one that is dead, not you. No not Ana”
We were both silent as Chesh escorted me to the taxi.
“Hey Chesh, are you not telling me something that I need to know or?”
“Well yes and no. I never withheld information, nor did I tell you everything. But you do remember I gave you a choice right? I asked if you’d want to stay normal or not, and you said stay normal.”
“I don’t even know why I chose to stay normal.”
“Neither but it’s for the best right?”
“Right, I think. But will you tell me everything?”
“No” I hated how Chesh sounded distant and not really into the conversation, like he has no emotions in it.
“Why?”
“I won’t tell you everything because you want to be normal.”
“Oh”
A massive bang came as I turned around to get into the taxi, I almost fell over, I looked around to Chesh; but he was gone. I blinked a few times and then just hoped into the taxi

“Ana?”
Chesh’s voice shook me out of my reverie.
“Uh. Yeah of course I remember the last time we spoke to each other.”
“Okay you know how I withheld-“
“You’re a dick! Why did you leave me there by myself? I was in a totally different country, all by myself; why didn’t