I was born into the world as a regular person, or so I thought. I had a pretty normal life when I think about it. My parents weren't rich, but they defiantly weren't poor, and my only sibling was an older brother I had who was several years older than me, so we were never as close as siblings usually are. I was about to start my first day of my dream collage when I was crossing the street. As I was crossing the street, I got distracted by an elderly person crossing the street with an 18-wheeler driving slowly towards her. I rushed to help her but was shocked when she suddenly pushed me, right into the 18-wheelers path. I didn't survive. Yet I'm still in this world, but am now reborn with sharp teeth & claws, four legs, fur all over my new body, and a pride instead of a family. I have been reborn as what's known as the queen of the savanna herself. A lion.