Reincarnation part. 1

Ding~ding~ding

The sound of a bell echoed in an unremarkable apartment, with nothing special inside.

Ding~ding~ding

The noise continued to the point of annoying a boy of about 19 years old, with an ordinary appearance: black hair and black eyes.

"Mmm, wait, I want to sleep a little longer."

The boy moved, turning in bed without opening his eyes, groping around the small shelf for the alarm clock and pressing the off button to put an end to the annoying buzzing.

"Ouch!"

I suddenly opened my eyes and realized I had fallen out of bed. I sighed, got up, turned off the alarm, and got dressed in my school uniform. Once fully dressed, I headed to the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush, put toothpaste on it, and brushed my teeth.

My name is Lucas Everhart. I was born into a normal family, neither too rich to afford a villa or a luxury car, nor too poor to not be able to feed ourselves. My mother works as a private doctor and my father is a bartender in a bar in the city center.

My childhood, up until now, has passed quite peacefully, except for a small incident in middle school that I want to forget.

I currently attend one of the universities in New York, where my grades are average. I don't have any particular friends and my parents bought me an apartment near the school.

After brushing my teeth, I grabbed a freshly toasted piece of bread and put it in my mouth. I took my backpack, put on my shoes, and finally opened the door to start a new day.

I took my house keys and left, closing the door behind me. Going down the stairs, I put on my headphones and played some music to fully wake up. Once on the street, I headed towards the subway station, which luckily was just a few blocks from my house.

Arriving at the station, I swiped my card and went through the turnstiles. The fluorescent lights of the subway greeted me along with the familiar smell of metal and crowds. I got in line on the platform, waiting for the next train, while observing the variety of people around me: students like me, businessmen, tourists with maps in hand.

The train arrived with a loud hiss and the doors opened with a pneumatic sound. I found an empty seat and sat down, continuing to look out the window as the city unfolded before my eyes. The stations passed one after another, and every now and then the train slowed down and then sped up again.

A mechanical voice announced the stops and, finally, we arrived at mine. I got up and went down, mingling with the crowd heading towards the exit. I went up the stairs of the station and found myself on the street, where the morning sun shone between the skyscrapers. My university was only a few minutes walk away.

I crossed the street, dodging taxis and bicycles, and headed toward the main entrance of the campus. The courtyard was already bustling with students chatting, sitting on the steps or hastily walking to their classrooms.

I paused for a moment to take a deep breath and look at the large building in front of me. It was imposing and a little intimidating, but also full of possibility. "A new day", I thought, and with a thin smile I headed to my first class.

I was walking through the university halls, observing many students cheerfully talking to each other, while I, who had no friends, felt no envy.