I was lying on my bed in my room just using my phone, and then I got bored so I just lay there and thought about my life I was born on Earth like a normal person I had a normal family that was not poor nor rich just normal we had no debts or anything that special we were normal people with normal office jobs and normal school my sisters were in the best school here but they weren't some kind of super genius they were just smart. I was really average I was somewhat fat and a little smarter than average my Chinese was bad but my English was good. I had some slight anger management issues but nothing that serious.

I just liked light novels, manga and anime. I did certain things that people my age did. I was plain so no girlfriend for me. I was in a boy's school so there was no girls though. I disliked fruits and vegetables to the point where I ate none of them and hated the smell of them. That was possibly the only special thing about me. I dreaded exercise like any fat kid, and lazed about with no real goals for my life. I said I wanted to me an engineer but never really tried to learn any thing, I liked science but did not love it. 

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I felt thirsty at this point so I got off my bed to pour myself some water but I tripped and hit my head. That was it my head hurt a little but that was it. No unlucky death from something on the floor. I was 13 this year and that was it. 

Suddenly, just as got up a feeling of extreme muscle ache shot through my entire body. I was confused thinking to myself: What the fuck! Was this how I was going to die? On my birthday? I just turned 13 today and I would die? Like this? Fuck! This! Shit! I tried to find reach out with my mind in hopes of using the one part of me that did not hurt to do something. My mind felt something. It felt solid but seemed to be hovering around like a super thin fog. I tried to control it only for my mind to hurt. It felt like someone took a fuck load of needles stabbed them into my head and then hammered the needles with a sledgehammer. My body felt like it was being thorn apart it felt like I was either going to blow up or die of brain failure. The pain was unbearable to a city boy like me but something kept me from passing out. Finally, I died.