Mia (A girl reincarnated):
This is a story only those who read can interpret as fiction or nonfiction, it’s completely up to the reader.
There once was a very beautiful, liked girl in the suburbs of Chicago. She had light brown hair, green eyes, and slight freckles on her cheeks. She was only 5’4, born to a very privileged family. She had no siblings. She was an only child. Her name was Mia. She was an over achiever in every way, when it came down to how she dressed, her grades, and even the kinds of people she’d hang out with. Fast forward to when she enters high school, her kingdom. This is where she would thrive the most. Her whole being would shine in this environment. This was were castle where she ruled. Sure there were principals, teachers, security and other staff members with authority but she was the one with all the power, at least the power that mattered when being in school, the top of the food chain. She was head-captain of the cheerleader team. She of course dated the hottest, most popular guy in school. We don’t know his name but let’s just call him Brad. She also went to become home coming queen every grade level, including her senior year. I guess when you’re ego is polished in such a way, it can only reflect the person you really are in that moment and she was ruthless. She was unforgiving, and though had a smile that could break any person’s neck from a far distance, her attitude was uncouth to say the least. There was a transgender girl who went to the same school as Mia. She was already living as a full time girl in highschool. A lot of people knew but surprisingly left her alone. When word go around to Mia, she was relentless. She would constantly bully her and call her a “sheman” or tell her she’s not a real woman and to take her wig off. She even told her to stay away from the girls locker room or she’d find trouble. Even after Cassie’s parents, teachers and her principal found out about the bullying it still persisted. Now the whole school suddenly followed suit and were also bullying her. One guy even put a jock strap on his head and screamed “hey I’m a tranny!” It was really bad back then, not that it’s much better now. Later during the summer, Cassie took her own life. She used her dad’s shotgun that was kept locked away but she found the keys. Mia felt no remorse when she found out. She said to herself “good riddance.” Even after graduation I guess her growth would speak volumes in every way except her personable personality. Some people only rule in highschool but her reign didn’t end there, she would graduate in a top IVY league school with a 3.6 gpa. She would graduate with a masters degree in law and opened up her own firm later on. She got bored with it and wanted to start her very own company, a clothing company. She had a thing for fashion ever since her Sophmore year in highschool. It goes without saying her success didn’t come easy though things always fell into place for her but it didn’t come without the sacrifice of others and I don’t literally mean murder. She wouldn’t look too pretty in prison. Let’s just say she stepped on some toes to get to certain places. Her business was booming, her net worth was estimated to be 4.9 million dollars and she was only 27 by that time. She went on and got married to a successful man, a Brad 2.0 to shortly put it. 5 years into the marriage and she filed for a divorce. They never had kids together but she would threaten him all the time saying if they did she would’ve took everything from him, despite not needing his money since she has her own success to pride herself on. She also admitted to having multiple affairs during their marriage. I guess karma was never really a thing in her lifetime, at least not yet. She went onto live a full life and died at the age of 75 years old on her bed lying peacefully with a smile on her face though she’d soon find out where she’d go would be a very unpleasant place and I’m not talking about hell, though where her soul transferred to was a place not far off. Her karma would catch up to her not just in her lifetime but the next………
Part 2 of the same story:
In 1994, April 18th a healthy baby was born in Seoul South Korea. “He” and you will understand later, why it’s put in quotations but he was born in Korea though him and his family moved to America for a better life by the time “he” was 6 years old with “his” older sister named Julia. They were semi close but then grew apart as they got older. Apart from some things, they had a pretty normal childhood, at least up until highschool began. “He” was not a popular kid at all, was very socially awkward but had a few friends. “He” had the typical “Asian” eyes, glasses and black hair. “He” was about 5’10. The teenage era was all over the place, to the kinds of people “he” hung out with, some good, some probably not the best influence that got him into trouble a lot. School was definitely not “his” kingdom or castle, but quite the opposite. Grades were equally not “his” thing either. “He” went to a military program around when he was 17 years old when enough was enough but it never quite worked out either. “His” love interests were only a shell of what you see would see in the movies. “He” had only a few relationships and only a couple that was not online where they’d meet in person to kiss and all that puppy love stuff. After highschool, there was nothing “he” had, a job, diploma, a girlfriend. “He” felt empty. Remembering, laying in the dark, the times “he” crossdressed and thought it was purely a sexual desire and a sick fetish “he” had but then had a revelation, a gut feeling telling her she was in fact a transgender, someone who is the opposite of their assigned birth. I’m not sure you are connecting the dots yet, from the first story but let me not spoil anything right now and just keep going with the story but if you already know you can just follow along and let the rest figure it out as we go. We all know being transgender is not easy but for her, it seemed like an impossible dream, a goal that could never be accomplished. Her parents did not accept in any kind of way. The moment she tried to be truthful and upfront with them, it resulted in her being kicked out. She lived in a shelter, even out in the streets for some time until she was able to come back with the condition she wouldn’t pursue what they thought was an action, rather then something she is. In any case, she put herself on hold and went back to being “him” again for the sake of not being kicked out of the house. The simple thing is to get a job, save and get out. If only things were that simple. Maybe it was the anxiety she had developed over the years which she was on meds for and saw many many shrinks. She just did not do well with meds, side effects were too much but it got severe, became very anti-social and could not hold a job for more then a month without being fired or quitting. So saving money became a lot less simpler. Let me remind a bit though. There was a time when she did not have her license and drove her parent’s spare car only to get in accident and flee the scene, later being charged with a hit and run felony and going to jail, only for a week and a half but going to jail is still going to jail. This is only one of many of the mischievous deeds committed by her but it’s an important detail not to be taken lightly. It matters because the day she came home from jail, she found the clothes missing from the closest she hid. It’s just clothes right? No. It revealed who she was before she was ready to spill and that caused another whirlwind of problems in the household. She noticed how isolated she was becoming, being in her room 24.7, not coming out, not by choice but because she didn’t have a life, didn’t have any friends. She had this friend, his name was John. Without going to much detail about him, he was someone who he’d met hanging out with a bunch of mischiefs. One day after getting a new phone, it was raining hard. Driving a white Honda Accord, a spare car of Mia’s parents the same one she crashed before, she crashed the vehicle head on while talking to John. She thought she would die in that moment, scared but happy it was finally over and she wouldn’t worry about anything anymore but survived with a nasty back injury instead that would turn out to be chronic. Fast forward to being back into her shell again, being in the room constantly as her sanctum, she kept trying to make new friends but nothing would last. She dabbled in escorting to get by, made some decent money but wasn’t much, it would only be a crumb of what she needed. It seemed her and bad luck became very close friends but enemies at the same time. Her name used to be Cassie but changed it to Mia because she just had a feeling this was it. Could it be? That Mia was reincarnated as a transgender who will find that struggle will be her best friend. I believe in karma. The phrase “karma is a bitch,” in this case a transgender bitch? She may not have any memory of her past life, it doesn’t matter. Your soul does not get destroyed. We’re all energy. We’re merely transferred from one party to the next. She bares the responsibility of her past demon though it was covered for a very long time. Is reincarnation just a fixation of our imagination OR is it that Mia from the past life, one who was very popular, very sociable, with a lot of spunk came back as a severely anxious, depressive transgender? I believe in past life. I believe there is an explanation to why one can continuously see only darkness even when trying to find the light. Mia being a transgender, having to constantly struggle to be who she is but not only that, It is the obstacles put in front of her to make it seem as though her efforts are merely laughable to the demons. Yes we all struggle, nobodies life is perfect, sunshines and rainbows but Mia the Mia from the present would try until her arm fell off, but found every single move back fired in some way or another, which the past Mia did not encounter, at least not in the same degree that prevented her from happiness, in constant agony and uncertainty. Maybe this is just pure folklore or something you’d see in a movie script. Life is a multiple choice test. I’m not saying this is the answer but it’s definitely an option in the answer key. This is what I bubble in, that we are all reincarnated into either our worst or best reflections of our previous attempts at what we call life.
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