[PROLOGUE]

I'm Sam Prescot, an ordinary high school student of a prestigious university. Well not really. I'm actually quite popular especially to the ladies and a little to the guys.

Not because I've got handsome looks nor am I wealthy. On the contrary, I've actually got quite a feminine features which made people mistook me for a girl. One of the things I do hate the most. My family's social standing or status is quite so-so, means we belong  in the middle steps of the social ladder. Average.

I was only enrolled in the university because of my outstanding result in the entrance exam which gained me a spot for a scholarship, which I'm grateful of. 

I'm neither athletic nor talented, so I can only rely on my intelligence and excel in academics. However, despite all of that I'm neither a nerd nor a bookworm mind you. As much as I wanted to be like the other guys, heavens just won't give me a chance. 

When I was a kid, I've always anticipated the time for puberty to strike because maybe by then my femininity will at least decrease by a notch, so that I can and will finally be able to indulge myself into sports' boys my age enjoy. But unfortunately for me, puberty is being so overly nice that he doesn't want to hit me with his ultra-bodily development ray full force.

Instead, he enhanced my stupid feminine features even more that it gone up a notch or two. My ovular face got even more defined, a seemingly picturesque eyes, cute pixie-like nose, full cherry red lips, petite constitution, snow-white complexion and to top it all, a midget height of 5'0. In addition of my shoulder length raven black hair I really do look like one, a girl that is.

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

My mother even got more delighted that her 'son' who she intends to raise as a lady was getting even more 'charming' as the days pass by. Her desire of having a daughter was as large as the pacific and as deep as the deepest trench on earth but unfortunately bore me, a boy. My present self is your typical dress up doll--------I mean, the so-called japanese Yamato Nadeshiko. Sigh.

My dreams. My desires. My goals. All of it won't ever come true and doesn't actually matter anymore. I can feel my life is running like sand, slowly slipping off my grasp. 

They said, facing death is when you'll realize everything. If you did live your life to the fullest and achieved what you had wanted to achieve. If you did live your life with happiness and without regrets.

It is also said that events that happened will flash back before your eyes like a movie.

But does that even apply to me and to other people who died young and suffered from nothing but torment? I guess not. 'Ayy.. I'm turning into a chatter box. Is this the effect of death? Heh.'

'If there's another life, God or whoever you are. Please-----cough!----- don't give me something that'll invoke jealousy, hatred nor greed of my peers unless you give the strength or power to support and protect it! It ain't easy running you know??-----cough!---cough!' And with that, darkness overcame me as I took my very last breath.