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The orphanage matron had interrupted my studies, none-too-gently hauling off to a meeting room.Ī tsunami of insults coursed through my mind, but the words died in my mouth when she introduced me to the person occupying it. Of course, the confirmation was now right in front of me.

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My birth in the year 1980, being British, the strange events happening whenever I was particularly emotional- they fit strangely well with a certain plotline from a book series I'd been obsessed with for almost two decades of my previous life. I had my suspicions, but it all seemed circumstantial. The more they occurred, the more I realized that something else was at play. Things I didn't like sometimes disappeared or were destroyed in some contrived way. Kids who bullied me got their pants wet in a way that made them look like they'd soiled their clothes. That was until the accidents began occurring. In my previous life, I'd been born this year 1991.Īt first, I'd thought that reincarnation was a non-linear experience, and so assumed there would be another version of me in the world. I was born in the year 1980 in this life. I would be able to quickly rise through the ranks of society and get hailed as a great mind. Just a crime statistic, a halfway interesting survival story shoved into the back of people's minds so they'd live more comfortably.Ī chance to live life without the mental constraints of a child's body. So, I was shipped off to some middle of nowhere orphanage and forgotten by all who were involved. What the miracle was, exactly, I'd never cared to find out. Being able to actually remember my first few days of existence, I knew I'd come pretty close.Ĭhoking pains, weakness of breath, and an all encompassing cold with a few, scant moments of reprieve.Īnd yet, I lived on- to everyone's shock and surprise.Ī miracle child, I was called.

I was born too early, and they were all sure I would die. My father had enough life left in him to give me a name before he'd shuffled off the mortal coil.Ī horrible tragedy, the matron had told me with as much sympathy as a cat which is about to torture a mouse to death. She was a flighty bitch at the best of times.Īh, yes you see, I lived in an orphanage.Īpparently, my biological parents had been gunned down, and the hospital staff had to cut me out of her corpse to save my life. I shuddered to think how the orphanage matron would react she'd either harp on about the Good Lord or declare me Satan reborn. Having experienced reincarnation and rebirth, keeping all the memories of my previous life- it was highly frightening. I knew that was not my true name, but I highly doubted anyone would believe me if I'd shared the truth with them. I've been told my name is Adam Clarke, a good, strong British name. Going through my formative years again sucked.