[ WP ] Every time you die , you are transported to the time of the first event that ultimately caused your death . One day , you are hit by a car and sent 12 years into the past .

`` Are you excited for the party?'' asked Sam, my best friend for 3 years now. We were like two peas in a pod, we went everywhere and did everything together, this birthday party was no exception. `` Yes.'' I replied, `` I'm really looking forward to my cake. My Aunt made it. It's her special triple chocolate layer cake.'' Sam's eyes widened and eyebrows raised just a bit. `` Oh, sweet! Your Aunt makes the best cakes. Her bakery is the talk of the town.'' I could tell Sam was excited. Sam also loved chocolate cake, just like me. 
 
 As we walked down the sidewalk towards the party, the cool fall wind brushed against my arms. I was only wearing a T-shirt. I guess my mom was right, maybe I should have wore a jacket when I left for school this morning. `` So...'' said Sam, then after a short pause hesitantly and nervously continued, `` How do you think you did on Ms. Mori's math test today?'' Ms. Mori was our 7th grade math teacher. She was nice and pretty smart, but her exams were n't exactly a cake walk. I could tell Sam did n't think the test today was easy. `` Eh, alright.'' I replied. `` I think'x' equaled 12, and 12 - 12 is 0. So, I think the final answer was zero.'' Sam kinda just stared forward, `` Oh, I guess I just could n't make the connection.'' Sam replied, mind drifting. I guess he was thinking about something else. 
 
 But that's when it happened, and it happened so fast. At that moment we were no longer on the side walk, but rather in the middle of the cross walk and crossing the street. There was a red car, going three times faster then it should have been going on this quiet suburban street. Sam's mind was still drifting. He did n't see it coming. I pushed Sam forward, out of the crosswalk and onto the sidewalk. No car was getting my best friend today. At least not while I was alive and kicking. 
 
 Slowly, Sam's screaming faded into silence, and as the doctor slapped my ass, a new screaming filled the room. I could see my mother's smile. Her face glowed like that of any mother of a new born baby. And once again, I was back at the beginning. This time I was only sent 12 years into the past. Last time it was 37; I was a fireman inside a burning building saving lives. The time before that, it was 69; I was teaching a philosophy class at a university, guiding and teaching the next generation, when I had a heart attack, it was probably too many greasy hamburgers from White Mama's, but they were just too good to resist. 
 
 I guess there is only one guarantee in life. If you are born, then you eventually have to die. Being an immortal is boring sometimes. Maybe I'll try being evil this time and spice things up with a little excitement. Nah, I'll probably be good again. After all, the mortals need a good role model and example to look up to.
