Still Here

This story is my entry for the Reincarnation: A Fantasy Writing Competition.

A girl named Winter finds herself in Mika's body after her death. But the worst part is the fact that she is in her new body because of what happened on that fateful day. Read to find out how she died and what led up to it! Enjoy!


1. Chapter 1

I still remember what I used to be like. I had long, blonde hair and deep blue eyes. The day I died, I was wearing a big blue sweater and skinny jeans, which was like what I normally wore. I wanted to be a photographer one day. My very favorite place was a clearing in the trees behind my house. It was so fantastic to capture in photos, too.

That's where I sit now, except it's no longer my house. Since, as I earlier mentioned, I died. I don't even look the same anymore. I'm not pale anymore; I'm now tan. I wear more dressy clothes and my hair is so dark that it's almost black.And I have bright green eyes rather than my deep blue ones that I had as Winter. I'm still seventeen years old, though, which is quite odd because I haven't lived the first sixteen years of the life in this body, and yet I did when I was in Winter's body. Winter Stevens was who I was in my previous life. And now my name is Mika Jones. 

So, here I sit, in the green meadow behind my old house that was never once lived in by me while in this body. But Winter's memories are still mine. I can see myself -- Winter -- dancing with my mother in front of the tallest trees the summer I turned seven; that first kiss with Josiah Marks laying in this grass during the early fall when I was thirteen; all of the times I stood out here doing my photography because of the stunning view.

Now I'm crying just thinking about these memories. Tears pool in my eyes until they finally come flooding out. Waves of heartache fill me until I can no longer take it. Thankfully, no one will catch me out here. You see, after I died, my parents moved away from the only house I'd ever known as Winter. And it's all because they couldn't take the fact that their only child that they'd ever had was gone, and no one has moved in, either. Most likely because it's known as "the dead girl's house". 

You're probably wondering why I'm  the dead girl, though. And so I guess I'm going to have to tell you at some point, considering I've already told you other points of my -- Winter's -- life. And I will, except I feel like I should tell you the whole story of how it started in my junior year firs. So, here goes.

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