You’re a senior in high school, and you die in a car crash the night of your graduation. You go to heaven, where you meet a few notable celebrities who died young. Now you’re back on earth finishing your senior year in heaven’s body.

You grew up in a small town in middle of nowhere Georgia. There were three traffic lights in the whole town. The most interesting thing about this town is that the high school had three different campuses. The main campus was where the office, cafeteria, auditorium, and the freshman were. The second campus was called South Campus, which was where the upperclassmen were located. Then the third campus was where the band and arts classes were located. The town wasn’t big enough to have a mall, so all the teenagers hung out at the Sonic or the Waffle House.  Your town is small enough that all the teenagers hung out together. Every senior hung out in one big clique. You know everyone, even if you don’t associate with them. Every day we hung out at Sonic, and once we got our cars, we were set. I cruised in my car with the radio blasting, the windows rolled down, and flag waving in the wind, and my best friends in the car. I always wanted to just cruise and blast music when I got older. It felt so good. <br><br>About halfway through senior year, we started applying for colleges. I got into my top two picks, and was set on attending Georgia Tech. I had a boyfriend, and we dated for a year. I had everything. <br><br>On the night of graduation, we had a dinner. It was amazing. If you don’t know, people usually get really dressed up for it. I felt like Cinderella. It was my favorite night of my life. <br><br>I had the best friends, the best boyfriend, and great parents. We decided to hang out for a bit after dinner. We went to Sonic, where we usually hung out, and just chilled there. This night was very different though. It was night we never thought would come. We were finally seniors. We finally graduated! It was so surreal. We had to keep reminding ourselves that we really did it.  Around one am, we decided to call it a night. We hugged everyone, said our good byes, and left. I got in my car and started it, but then noticed that my boyfriend hadn’t gotten in his car yet. I got out to go see what he was doing. He waved at me to come over. I felt a little confused, so I asked if I had forgotten something. He said that he thought we were going to the after party. I had completely forgotten. I said that I didn’t want to go that late, because I had to work the next day. He said that he didn’t want to go without me, so he would just go home. We said our good byes, and he got in his car to drive away. I got into my car, backed out of my parking spot, and followed him out of the parking lot. As I left the parking lot, I remember thinking that this was the last time I would be driving out of the Sonic parking lot as a high school student. <br><br>I followed him out of the parking lot and turned onto the main road. I drove a little slower than him, and watched as he drove further and further away. After a few minutes, I saw a car swerve over the line and into oncoming traffic. I saw my boyfriend swerve to avoid the car, but he overcorrected and his car flipped. I remember feeling like I was in slow motion, I saw everything so vividly. I remember exactly what time it was: 1:17. I drove up to the wreck, and jumped out of my car. I saw my boyfriend lying on the ground, covered in blood. I recall the sound of his breathing. It sounded like he was trying to breathe through a straw, it was so constricted. It was the scariest sound I had ever heard. I held him for a few minutes before the police came. <br><br>I was in shock. I don’t remember much of that night. I remember my parents coming, and then blackness. I don’t remember a funeral, or anyone telling me that he had died. I just remember waking up one day and realizing that he was really gone. I looked around the room for my parents, but I didn’t recognize the room. It wasn’t my house. I groggily got out of bed, and stumbled into the hallway. I walked a few feet down the hallway, and saw a woman standing in the kitchen. I asked her where my parents were, and she said that she would get them. A few minutes later, my parents came into the room. They hugged me and asked me how I was feeling. I said that I felt a little weird, but okay. They told me to sit down and that they would tell me everything. <br><br>They told me that I had gotten into a wreck on graduation night. They told me that I had died that night, and that my boyfriend had died too. I remember crying and screaming. I couldn’t believe that I was dead. I remembered my life and everything about it. I remembered hitting the car, and feeling nothing. Apparently, I had died that night. The police told my parents that I had died immediately. I would never get to go to college, have kids, or get married. I would never live my life, and I would never get to grow up. <br><br>My parents told me that I was in heaven now. They told me that my boyfriend and I could decide what to do. They said that we could watch over our loved ones, or we could go back and live our lives again. We decided that we wanted to go back. We were too young to die. They told us that we would get new bodies, and new lives. We would still have the same memories, but we would be different people. We were excited. We could still live our lives together. When we got back, I realized that I had a completely different life. My name was different, my parents were different, and everything was different. The weirdest thing was that I still lived in the same town, and still graduated with the same people. The only thing that I took with me was my memory. I still remember everything.  I still love my old boyfriend, but I know that I will never get him back. I have decided to make the best of my new life. <br><br>I woke up yesterday, feeling a little weird. I looked in the mirror and saw a different person staring back at me. I took a deep breath, and got out of bed. I am starting my senior year today. I walked downstairs, and saw my mom standing in the kitchen. She made me some breakfast, and we talked about college. I told her that I got into my top two picks, and she was so proud. She asked me which one I wanted to go to, and I said that I hadn’t decided. She told me to make a list of the pros and cons of each college. I said that I would later. I grabbed my car keys, and left for school. <br><br>I drove to school, and realized how much I missed driving. I had been driving since I was two. My grandfather would sit me in his lap and let me steer the car. I felt so free as I drove to school. I parked my car, and walked inside. The first thing I saw was a big banner that said, “Welcome Back Seniors!” I felt so excited. Senior year. My favorite year of high school. I walked to my locker to get my books for my first class. As I changed out my books, I saw a few familiar faces. My locker neighbor was a girl named Mattie. She had been my best friend since Freshman year. I started to feel a little weird. Mattie, or my old best friend Mattie, was one of my closest friends. I started to feel a little guilty. Should I tell her that it’s me? Should I pretend like I don’t recognize her? I decided to play it cool. I smiled and waved, and asked her how her summer was. She said that it was boring, and asked me the same thing. I told her that it was fine. We chatted for a few minutes, and I realized that she had no idea that it was me. I felt a little sad looking at her. Even though I was back, I would never be myself again.  I said my good byes, and went to my first class. <br><br>My first few classes were pretty normal. I didn’t see many people that I knew until lunch. I sat at a table with a few classmates, and looked around the cafeteria. I saw a few familiar faces. I saw my old boyfriend’s best friend, and my best friends. I felt so happy to see them, but I was sad at the same time. I wanted to run and hug them. I wanted to tell them that it’s me, and that I’m back. I wanted to let them know that I’m alive again. But most of all, I wanted not to scare them. If I went up to them, and told them that I was a girl who had died three months ago, they would think I was a freak. They would never believe me. They would never think that it really was me. <br><br>I decided to play it cool, and let them get to know me. I smiled and waved at a few people, and went back to eating my food. I felt so many emotions. I felt sad, happy, scared, excited, and many other things. I felt so confused. I felt so many different things all at once. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, and started eating again. I could do this.