Astrid woke with a start, sitting straight up in her bed. She immediately regretted it as pain flared through her shoulder. Tears sprang out of the corners of her eyes and angrily she shoved them away. Crying was below her, that was from her past life. Now she was tough and strong. Without her father to control she could be who ever she wanted. And that wouldn't be a stupid little girl crying about a little pain in her shoulder.

Kicking off the sheets covering her bed Astrid struggled out of bed. Her foot caught in one of the folds of the sheets, however, and caused her to tumble over herself getting out. One of her feet still attached to the bed, her face and shoulder fell towards the ground. To any outsider this act would have looked comical, but as Astrid's shoulder hit the ground her eyes when white with pain. The tips of her fingers tingled with sensation and her shoulder was blinding fire. Letting out a muffled scream, Astrid brazenly cursed out loud, "Mother fucker!" She lay her head down on the ground breathing deeply.

Suddenly her head moved up thinking about what she had just said. "Mother fucker." She repeated starting to giggle. Swearing was such a new and taboo thing for her in her past life that doing it with out consequence seemed hilarious. Swearing to herself between fits of laughs Astrid stayed in her position head on the ground, foot trapped in the bed covers. She soon forgot about the pain in her shoulder as the laughing shook over her body.