Past

I would have rather stayed up all night. Or done all my math homework in 1 day. But this? I wish I didn’t sleep. You must be thinking “What on Earth are you talking about Drew? You’re 13! You can actually handle problems now! But here you are, complaining!” Well, if you really want to understand what I am talking about, I have to explain from the very beginning…

“DREW! GET UP! IT’S THE 1st DAY! YOU ARE GOING TO MISS THE BUS!” Mom yells from downstairs.

“Coming Mom!” I yell as I try to pry myself off the bed and into the closet. I throw on some jeans and a nike sweatshirt. Who cares if they don’t go together? As long as I am wearing clothes, I’m fine.

I run down the stairs skipping as many steps as I can. Mom is at the breakfast table, chugging down some orange juice. Her brown curls all in front of her professional brand-new office clothes.

Soon, I finish chugging down my orange juice and energy bar, I hop on to the bus.

“ Have a good day honey!” Mom screams as she jogs on the side of the bus.

“Bye mom!” I say in a annoyed tone. Why is she so embarrassing?

I walk down to my spot in the back of the bus. On My way, I noticed a girl with bright red hair all the way down to her knees. She looked like a short girl, unlike many girls in my grade.

“Hi!” The girl says looking up at me. She has Emerald Green eyes, I couldn’t stop looking at. Then it got real awkward.

“Uhhh…” The girl says, obviously noticing that I was staring at her.

“Oh! Sorry!” I say quickly turning away, feeling my face heat up.

“No! You can sit by me!” The girl says patting the seat next to her with all her pearly white teeth gleaming at me.

“Sure.” I say quietly, while being still embarrassed, I sit down.

“My name is Emerald. Like my eyes.” She says pointing at her eyes as if I hadn’t noticed that.

“My name is Andrew, but most people call me Drew” I say still staring at her.“I’m new at this school, and I am looking for some friends.” Emerald says looking at the front of the bus.

“You can be my friend.” I say, feeling my face turn the brightest shade of red possible.

“Thanks!” Emerald says as she stands up, “We are here.”

“Oh.” I said, “Who is your homeroom teacher?”

“Ms.King.”

“HEY! We have homeroom together!”

“Yay!”

Soon school is over and I took a quick nap on my bed. That is where all the problems started. I fell asleep and I was at a play, beside me was a beautiful girl who held my hand. She looked kinda like Emerald. Then all of a sudden there was a gunshot which hit me squarely on my heart. “Lincoln!!!” The girl beside me screamed as she grabbed me and everything went black, and my heart stopped beating.

I woke with a start. Why did I die? Why did that girl say “Lincoln”? Why did that story of that death sound familiar? Then it hit me, was my last life was the life of Abraham lincoln? Is that is why I have loved politics, and debate and all that stuff for all my life? Should I do something? Or should I leave it?