"life's unfair" those words would be the last the world remembered me by as I pushed the child out of the cars headlights and me into them. I knew it was the right thing to do but I couldn't help regret the wasted time. All those years of studying for exams, for what?

  They where useless now...

  Pain hits me I feel andm then my body compresses, my ribs crack I feel my leg dislocate then my head hits the pavement. I stop feeling anything. Then warmth from above me, then light on my eyelids... I shoot up hands to my face. I wasn't dead or I didn't think I was dead unless this was heaven but looking around the cramped room barely fitting the bunk bed I was laying on and a couple of wardrobes I very much doubted that. Before I could continue wondering about my escape from deatg more I noticed it. Everything was out of proportion no way could I have fitted in this bed it's obviously a single and I shouldn't be able to sit up with this much space seeing as the doors only a foot from the ceiling. No, I was out of proportion. I was like I was eight years old again back in boarding school. Could I have switched body's. Was that even possible! Well it certainly seemed so, I'd stick with that for now it's more important to know where I am. And I'll start with what's through that door.

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