[ WP ] Everyone is reincarnated when they die . You become the new God , but you remember your old life as well . Now the angels are trying to stop you from having the biggest panic attack in all of existence .

The angels had formed a circle around me to keep me from running, but they kept their distance cautiously. With a single snap of my fingers, I could wipe every angel out of existence, and they knew it, too. Once again I doubled over, trying to catch a breath that was miles ahead of me. 
 
 A gentle hand touched my back. `` Hey,'' a melodic voice whispered, `` you'll be fine. There is no reason to worry.'' 
 
 The archangel Michael stood behind me, smiling a practiced smile that told me he was n't quite sure of his own words, either. Me? A god? I neither earned, nor deserved the power. 
 
 I laughed sarcastically. `` Yeah, sure, everything's fine. I die, at the age of eighteen, mind you, and I come up here to a ring of winged humans greeting me and calling me'God'.'' 
 
 Michael shrugged, his bright eyes bored, like he's done this a million times. `` The Lord works in-'' 
 
 `` If you say'mysterious ways', I swear, I will smite you wear you stand.'' I warned, letting my anger consume me. All my life, I concealed my anger, playing the part of the nice girl that was always calm, when in reality, I was a mess. 
 
 I am no better than I was in my past-life, in fact, I was a screw-up. I was a nice girl. Was. I wanted a taste of what my friends got almost daily, the excitement, the joy, and the attention. It was a little selfish, I admit, but I allowed myself this one thing, and it turned out to be the worst decision of my life. 
 
 `` Do not think lile that, Marin.'' Michael scolded, examining me like he would a book, `` You are good to others before you are good to yourself. That is a trait not many can say they possess with their heart and soul. But you carry it strongly in your mind. Let that be your guide along your journey.'' 
 
 Wiith a final wink, he vanished, as did all the other angels, leaving me alone in the field. The wind whistled around me and danced into the empty space as though to say, *you are not alone. * 
 
 I brought my hand up to my face, studying the curves of my fingers, and the way my knuckles bent at crude angles. In them was an immense power, a power that I did n't know how to control, or even use, but could mean the difference between life or death. I thought of my grieving family back on Earth. 
 
 I wanted to go to them, to show them that I was okay, better than okay, and to be with them like I used to. But I knew that I could n't. I had to be present, but remain anonymous. I had to conceal myself, like I used to. That, I could handle.
