It was a day like any other. I woke up in the usual drafty apartment, and after a quick breakfast composed of cereal I walked out of the door saying "I'm off". Not that there was anyone there to listen. I went to school, came back changed my clothes into work clothes and went off to work at my job... McDonald's. I got back around 12 and promptly fell asleep in my thin, worn out matress.

As was the routine of 15 year old Jack, orphan, with no family left in this world. I can't even remember my last name thought Jack as he drifted off to sleep. He woke up at the same time as always and ate the same stale cereal as always, and he was off to school. He was walking on the normal route to school when he ran into his one and only friend, Takeru. "Hey Jack!" Shouted Takeru. "Energetic as always huh" said Jack. They continued chatting as they walked to their school.

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Takeru was one of the reasons Jack could continue to live in this world. As Jack and Takeru parted ways Jack walked into class and quietly sat down in his seat. He ignored everyone and everyone ignored him, he had never really cared about anyone since he went into highschool.

Thus his school day ended and he walked out of the building to once again meet up with Takeru. They met up and began walking home. Suddenly they heard the roaring engine from a large truck that came from behind them smashing through everything in it's way as it raced down the sidewalk, they only had the time to turn their heads as they saw their impending doom. "Well shit".

Then suddenly there was silence, only silence, finally interrupted by a deep rumbling voice seeming to come from all around Jack. "Haha you are an interesting one. I will allow you to what was it you humans call it... OH YES. Reincarnate, well bye! Oh and also that human you call Takeru is somewhere there too." Just like that I passed out, waking up to the sound of a breaking egg shell.