Death

I died on a pretty normal day.

I mean, it was during summer holidays, so i woke up at 11am, lazed around for another hour or so and then slowly got up.

While reading some fiction on my cellphone, i ate something and then threw myself in a nice chair.

After finishing the fiction, I started up my PC and listened to some music while searching for something new to read.

Yeah, I know. Pretty uneventful, boring life, right?

I liked it that way, not worrying about anything and doing what I wanted.

And I was quite slim too. My blonde hair that reached down to my shoulders was bound into a convenient ponytail, while the glasses my blue eyes needed to see further than 20m lay somewhere in my room. Also, since I was around 1m70 tall, I thought my body had an overall nice size.

Aaaaaaand: I'm a guy.

I need to make this clear.

Even though I started to grow my hair only half a year ago, two people already mistook me for a girl when they saw me from behind...

Anyway, while I was quietly reading, a truck crashed through the roof and killed me....cliche

Since I was living on the 2nd floor in a small village where no heavy transports ever came through, this was really surprising.

You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

Later on my family got explained that a helicopter was carrying the truck to a nearby place when some of the steel wires gave in, and the other ones cold not hold the weight anymore, which resulted in the truck crashing down on me.

Now that I'm dead........it was booooring.

I was in a soundless, dimensionless, white room without any distractions.

My body was gone, so I could not even try out various theories, like if I would need to breathe when I am dead.

So I started going through various stories I've read in which the MC got reborn into another world.

Of course I also thought how my family would do when I'm gone, but since I couldn't influence earth anymore, I quickly stopped.

Some undefined time later, I heard a age, and genderless voice from above: ”You are too complicated! I was so nice and got here to help you out of here, and then you don't even have a clear mental image of me! So lame! Well, that means I need to ask you: How should I look like to you?”

I was speechless....

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So, now there is the start of MY Story

I tried to do my best, but it is obviously not on a great level

also, it is pretty short, i know, but i hope you forgive me