My name is Julia Haste, and this morning I died. I'm sure this will come as a shock, if I'm dead then how are you reading this? Well, let me take you back to this morning to explain myself.

Flashback:

It was your typical Tuesday for me, completely uneventful. I woke up at 11:30 in the morning. For most people a late start would be a problem, but I was unemployed. The past 3 years, which is when I graduated high-school; I have been completely living off of my parents support. I liked playing games, in particular I liked playing the game World of Mages, a popular mmorpg. I lived in a one bedroom apartment, and my room was decorated with all of my favorite characters from games. In short: I was a complete loser. Playing games and watching anime were my only hobbies, and I didn't have any connections in the real world. When I sat down at my computer after making noodles for my breakfast, I was annoyed to see that the internet was down. Great, just what was I to do now that I couldn't log onto any of my games, or even watch the newest episode of Maxing out my Charisma that had aired last night.

That's when it hit me, maybe I should try going on a walk for a change of pace. Now, I wasn't entirely reclusive like many of the NEETs you hear about in the horror stories, where you hear about people being holed up in their rooms for years on end. I was a frequent visitor to the corner store, thank you very much. How else was I supposed to get my food? Anyways, the corner of my street was the furthest I had ever ventured, I thought that it couldn't hurt to see more of the city, and I really did have nothing else to do.

I took a quick shower, got dressed in my new clothes and headed out for my walk. Instantly the sunlight hurt my eyes. Although I went to the corner store frequently, it was always at night, because there were always less people around. I decided that I would just try to look down, because I didn't really like the sun and because I didn't really want to look at people, especially in their eyes. That was what sealed my fate; I didn't get but a few steps before I heard someone shout:

"Hey! ... Hello?? ... HEY WATCH OUT!".

This was followed by a terrible grinding noise, and then I felt a painful force behind me, launching me a few feet forward and hitting my head on the pavement, hard. In retrospect, you probably think it's obvious that they were talking to me. At the moment though, I had no idea that someone was trying to save my life. I mean, they could've shown some more urgency, ya know? I can't really remember what happened after that. Everything was incredibly blurry, and I couldn't feel anything below my neck. I think someone tried to move me, I felt a sharp pain at the root of my neck, and then black. Black was all that I could see, or feel, or hear for that matter. It felt like I was in that state for years, and at the same time only for seconds.

After, well like I said I don't know how long, I heard a voice with no owner, so maybe it was just my thoughts.

"Time to wake up" is what it said.

And then I did, slowly my eyes opened, and they started to adjust to the vibrant pink room that I was in. I moved my eyes from the ceiling to the room around me. I was lying in a bed with pink silken sheets, and the bed I was in had curtains, like a rich person's would. At the foot of the bed I was in was a white stuffed rabbit, and he was missing an eye. It was in a sorry state to be honest, it looked beat up, it must've meant a lot to whoever it belonged to for them to keep it.

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I sat up, pulling the blanket, which was also pink, off of me.

Then I remembered, I should be dead.

 All the shock and fear of what had happened only hit me then. I vomited all over the silk sheets, the blanket, some even got on the curtains. How am I even alive? That's all I could think. Not only was I alive, but I didn't even have any pain. I was seriously starting to freak out, I started sobbing, wondering if I was in a coma, or if this was the afterlife.

The only thing that stopped my breakdown was knocking.

 I looked up through my sobs towards the noise, and as I did I saw the door across the room open, and in came a girl in a maid's uniform, looking distraught.

"Miss Moore! Are you hurt, what is the issue?" .

The girl couldn't have been that old, if I had to take a guess she couldn't be older than sixteen, what was a girl so young doing looking after me. 

Wait a minute; my last name wasn't even Moore, and you really wouldn't call someone Miss unless they're your superior or something.

"What.. Who...?"

 My voice trailed off, because that's when I noticed the mirror in the room. It was above the desk in the room, which I also noticed just then. In the mirror I saw: The bed, it had to be at least a queen size. The pink bed curtains draped around it, the pink silken sheets neatly covering the whole bed, and the pink blanket, half fallen to the floor now, all of them were a little dirty from the vomit. There was also a girl sitting up in the bed, some tears were falling down her face, and she looked entirely distraught. She couldn't have been older than thirteen. It was hard to tell from the distance, but it looked like she had blue eyes. Her hair was black, and had fallen down all around her, it dropped to the middle of her back. She was skinny, and she looked a little weak.

The maid girl came over and held out her arms. Instinctively I reached out, and she picked me up. And in the mirror, I saw her pick up the unfamiliar girl in the bed. That's when I fully realized that the girl in the mirror was me, or at least, it should have been me? Nothing was really making sense, and the maid girl started to stroke my hair, as if to calm me down. This must have been a common occurrence for her.

Another girl came and took the sheets, curtains, and blanket from the bed. Then another girl came to replace them with different ones.

I managed to mutter to the girl holding me: "I'm ok now".

"Are you sure Miss, usually it takes you longer too-" she cut herself off. She laid me back down on the bed. "As you wish, would you like me to stay here until you fall back asleep?".

I absentmindedly nodded, but I was focused on putting it together in my head. After sitting there for what felt like an hour, it finally dawned on me. I was no longer Julia Haste, an unemployed high-school graduate loser. I was instead ____ Moore, a young girl who was presumably meek and born into a rich family. I was reincarnated.

And then I fell asleep, because I was exhausted.

Back to present:

And now you're all caught up! Really, I'm just as confused as you are about the whole thing. I woke up this morning and now I'm sitting in the same room all by myself, the maid girl nowhere to be seen.

Well, just what was I to do. I sat up in bed and looked around the room properly this time.This girl seriously must have loved the color pink. I mean, practically everything in the room was pink.

The paint on the walls: Pink

The color of the desk: Pink

Everything on the bed: Pink

The edges of the mirror: Pink

The only thing that wasn't pink was the stuffed bunny perched at the foot of the bed, he was white.

I got out of the bed and walked over to the mirror, trying to be quiet. This girl, or now me I guess, had a lot of maids.

Looking in the mirror, I was mostly right about my first glance assessment. I had long black hair that fell down to my back, which was now neatly combed. It must have been done by one of the maids. I had blue eyes and long eyelashes, with a mole under my left eye. I was in pink pajamas, no shock there. I was short, if I had to eyeball it probably around 140cm. Which means I was probably close when I guessed my age earlier. I was incredibly thin, which was a lot like the old me too. As for my face, it looked like I was the type of person who would get their cheeks pinched often; cute and innocent.

Well then, just how am I supposed to live as this person?