The last time I was human I was pretty average, brown hair, green eyes, wouldn't stand out in a crowd.
I didn't know him, the guy who did it, I don't know his age, his name or why he chose to kill me.
I was walking back from town at 3pm when a guy approached me and asked me a question, I don't know what he said. Then he pulled out a knife and stabbed me 13 times, unlucky right. If he had gone 1mm to the right when stabbing my chest I would be alive.
The police called it an accident, I don't know why. He didn't trip and fall into me with a knife in his hand. I didn't die until 2:37am the next morning on a Monday.
Nobody would know until the first assembly of the day when they tried to keep calm but everybody got upset, they knew they would get time off school if they cried. Nobody knew me properly, that's why I was chosen.
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Forgetting Angels
RomanceKal was killed in a car accident but she still walks the corridors of her old school, the streets she lives on, the road to the next life. Her only instructions come from Captain, leader of something or other. She has to look after someone from her...
