Dead Girl Walking

The beginning

very first name: Verena Sintery

hello my friends, i don't know who is reading this or when. this is a fairly exciting story of how i died, oh dont worry its a happy story but really i die in the beginning. yes its funny but my death is only the beginning, and the end is unknown. gotta keep the mystery you know? here we go....

im dead, yup thats my conclusion, so what happend was i was on my daily walk through the garden when suddenly something hit me in the chest! when i looked down guess what it was? a knife! god i angered many people in my day but i didn't expect this! im 112 for gods sake! then suddenly i was here, in this black void, it was kinda like i was underwater, so sitting here i'm just thinking about my past, about all the things i shouldn't have and could have done when suddenly bright lights and muffled voices exploded my senses.

"oh my goodness, she's beautiful" said a gorgeous woman who was smiling down at me, she had dark brown hair and brown eyes.

"sh-shouldn't she be crying? is it okay she's silent?" she sounded worried, wait am i baby!? did i just get born!? oh lord, okay cool it. now if you were just born then that means this woman is your mother, and that, thats my father? he had purple eyes and black hair.

"well we will have to test for brain damage but right now she is very healthy" said the doc looking dude.

"alright, what should i name her?" asks my mother. Please say verena! Please say verena!!!!

"hm how about Lucia?" the man next to her suggests. NO!!!

"Lucia? ya Lucia, my perfect little Lucia Von Danzvig" Damn, so thats my new name and this is my new life, this time i wont loose my family, i will protect them.

so skip ahead another fourteen years, the guy in the room was my grandpa, my father had been held up in work, i only knew him for three years when i was three he was murdered at work, but they got the culprit. i pretend not to know much about him but i do miss him. now i'm in high school, again, i can tell you one thing, going through high school is hell going through it twice is even worse! but i'm top in my class, not in my grade or school but in my class. i could be the best if i didn't cut a lot of classes. i find them boring. i know all this shizzle! any who i'm very popular amongst the guys and hated by the girls, i got my daddys silver hair, but mine was more of a white and my grandad's bright lavender eyes, i got my Mothers curvey build and Fathers muscle mass, meaning it was easy for me to get and keep toned muscle's, i was average in boob size about a C 34 and i had an hourglass figure so jealousy was a problem but being my age boys wasn't really a concern. we had moved recently, i was born in germany but my mother was japanese, dad was german, and about two months ago mom decided to move back to japan. oh and i developed this awesome german accent, mom loves it, says it reminds her of dad. its not real but it sounds real and i use it so suspicion doesn't push me into a corner, in my previous life i was british and i lived in england, so of course i had a british accent spoke in a strange way, i had to learn not to say words that i shouldn't know like elucidate, god i had trouble with that one! anyway for the first few years of my life i seldom talked, i used that time to master and mimic the germans way of speaking, and i mastered it! every once in a while i drop the accent when i'm talking to myself alone.

this life was going to be amazing. I can feel it!!