Chapter Two

Hello all readers. This is a story I have been working on outside of college called Reincarnation. I hope you like it.

Chapter Two:

The bus slowly shudders to a halt. The swirling colours from the artist's pallet have transferred themselves from the pallet to canvas. The picture painted expertly on the canvas was that of my school.

My Mother gets up to leave and people stand aside for her. Mother always has men looking at her but the only one Mother ever looked at back was my Father. She gives the guy who let her walk down the bus aisle a gracious nod and the man tries to smile back but all of his muscles seem unable to move. All the muscles apart from his eyes which roam over Mother's face and down her perfectly formed body. One of the blokes behind him claps him on the shoulder.
"She's too good for you, mate. She's a New Soul and you're only a Reincarnation. New Souls would not be seen dead with one of us," He says and pushes the other lad after my mother.

They are wrong about my Mother. She would be seen dead with a Reincarnation like Father. They are going by other New Souls' attitude towards the Reincarnations. Other New Souls think that they are better than us because they do not have any factors 'poisoning' their blood. They are pure. They have money. They have beauty. They have intelligence. Everything we hope for they have without lifting a delicate finger.

Reincarnations are heavily discriminated against. Sometimes, I hope that I am a New Soul, only because I do not want to live in a world that discriminates me for who I am and what I like. If I were a New Soul, I would not get discriminated against and singled out. However, another part of me would not like to join them. I do not like their snobby, judgemental, critical air around them. The way they think that they are above everyone else. I tell you, the day we get a Reincarnation as Prime Minister instead of a New Soul would probably be the best day of my life. It would definitely shake the system up a little.

Today I find out whether I am a New Soul or a Reincarnation. Although I think I already know the answer.

Mother waits for me to pick my way through the crowd, bringing my elbows in to avoid bashing people. I meet my Mother outside the school door. We exchange a look. In our society we spend eleven years in the same school. From the age of five to the age of sixteen.

We walk in through the school doors. Mother's heeled shoes make clicking noises as we walk through the corridors. Her clicking shoes grab people's attention and when they look up they are awed by her beauty. Mother wears a black body con dress which shows off every curve in her body. I sigh. Even though Mother shows off her beauty I know deep down that if there was anyone who wanted to be a Reincarnation, it was my Mother.

We pass through the school's plain corridors. Our school is plain and boring but that is because our school believes that art happens inside the classroom and should not be transferred to the outside. It may look gloomy but that gloominess is sort of comforting, in a way. Instead of spending our time creating work for the corridor walls, we spend our time creating work to be assessed and to get targets to do better next time.

This is the last time I will walk these corridors. The information that I will get today will determine where I will work. The work system is fairly easy to understand. If your past life worked in retail then you will most likely be asked to work in the factories. When Global Warming was still about the government passed a law saying that produce had to be genetically engineered in factories. Farms had to be close to these factories so that meat and fresher produce, such as eggs and milk, could be delivered to the factories and cause much less pollution. To cut down emissions even further the factories do not deliver to the shops. All shops were converted into factories. We send a file across the logs saying what we want and we get it delivered straight to our door. So even though the threat of global warming has been thoroughly dismissed, the process was effective and so we have kept it.

If you were a soldier in your past life then you would most probably be a sports coach or a specialist PE teacher. If you were a teacher then you would be asked to teach once more or you could become a councillor. If you were a scientist of any sort then you could teach science to children or even be a researcher for the government. Even though the government like to think they have all the information they need, they do not. They are constantly after more information so they hire researchers to do that job for them. However, the government only hire past scientists if they were like that natural philosopher. Newton I think he was called. Although nowadays the government call him a physicist . If your past life was a PA or worked in an office then you would probably be working as a journalist, just like my Father. All those New Souls who work in government and then reincarnate mainly become teachers or researchers.  The list goes on and it is fairly is easy to guess your job once you know what your past life's profession was.

Mother decided that she will go to the café whilst I am in Debates class. Debates class is my favourite class. I feel strongest when I am debating; I feel like I can say what I like, to a certain point.
"I am going to buy myself a coffee. You get yourself to your debates class," Mother orders.
I almost laugh at her comment. She could try to buy her own coffee but it won't work. She will walk into the cafeteria and within a minute a guy will come up to her and offer to buy her a cup of coffee. Her looks, body and overall confidence makes her an easy target for guys looking for a girlfriend or potential wife.

New Souls do not have to work very hard to get what they want or where they want to be. Most have a natural ability for a lot of subjects, if not most then all  of the subjects. If they do not have a natural flair then they use money to get where they want. Some who have neither just use their stunning looks to get where they want. Believe me, whatever method they use, they will get what they want eventually. Beauty, money, intelligence. Three of the best weapons this world has to offer and God has created people who have all three. I know that my Mother is a New Soul, but even she used money to get what she wanted. The rest of the us who are Reincarnations have to work extremely hard to get where we want to be and what they want. So whilst I am debating my way to the top of the class, my Mother will be charming her way to a steamy hot cup of coffee.

How fair is that?