[ WP ] A famous writer dies after writing his masterpiece . After a memory wipe and reincarnation , a memory of a past life starts leaking through while reading his former self 's novel as a required high school reading

`` Okay listen up class, today, we will begin reading'The Six Cannibals'. This is a story of overcoming immense obstacles with extreme consequence and in the end of each chapter we will go over the consequences made and discuss whether or not it was worth it to commit these unethical crimes to survive.'' said Mr.Brock, my teacher. 
 
 I exhaled loudly and accepted a book as it was passed down the row of tables. I hated reading, never understood words too well, but I guess I had to suck it up; this is Grade 12 English. 
 
 `` Ahem, I will read the first chapter to all of you before class is dismissed and then it will be your duty to finish this book by the end of two weeks.'' 
 
 A unified groan. 
 
 `` Oh come on, it's a novella, it wo n't be too difficult.'' responded the teacher glaring across the classroom. The teacher opened the book and the class went quiet. 
 
 `` Alright,'The Six Cannibals', written by Herbert Monroe;'' 
 
 My ears perked up. That name, it was familiar. 
 
 `` What was the name, Mr.Brock?'' 
 
 He peered up at me. `` Herbert Monroe, make sure you listen carefully Jackson.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, yeah; uh, I will Mr.Brock, just did n't think I heard that right...'' 
 
 A few classmates laughed at my curiosity. 
 
 `` Actually Jackson, you've reminded me. Interesting fact about this book's author;'' he cleared his throat again, `` a few hours after it's publishing in 1997, Herbert Monroe suffered an epileptic seizure in his study that cost him his life. What was interesting about this was that his maid was in the other room, but had n't done anything to aid the poor man. To this day, we are still trying to figure out whether or not this maid had anything to do with Mr.Monroe's death or if it was just a coincidence.'' Mr.Brock said, in a suspenseful tone, peering over top the book and at the class. 
 
 My stomach turned knots and I started sweating. Monroe, Monroe, Monroe, Monroe... that bastard maid! 
 
 `` Mr.Brock, could I please use the washroom?'' I said, feeling suddenly very nauseous. 
 
 `` Well Jackson, I'm afraid you'll miss the beginning of our story if you do decide to go, but if it's urgent then go fast and I'll-'' 
 
 I spewed bile out onto the floor and threw up onto the person's back who was sitting in front of me. I clamped my hand over my mouth. 
 
 `` Oh my God! Jackson threw up, ew, ew, ew!'' said one of the girls who sat behind me. 
 
 I turned around and yelled at her. `` Will you shut up you little delinquent, you never were a good maid!'' 
 
 The class hushed. My voice, had turned raspy. It had a thick British accent. I composed myself. 
 
 `` Uh, uh,'' I stuttered. `` I-I'm sorry,'' I stood and ran into the hall. 
 
 

