Comedic Diary Spiel "Who Killed The Queen"

 Dear Diary,

Prior to my reincarnation I had been walking home from the pharmacy where I get my anti-depressants  

 when all of a sudden everything went black. The only reason I was able to tell I had finally

 reached my fateful day of meeting the fabled truck friend was the fact that I heard the driver

 exit the truck and look at me and go off on a spiel of how kids are always looking at their

 phones not paying any attention. I promptly willed myself with the last bit of strength 

I had to sit up and pull my prescription of hard antidepressants from my bag then showing the man them.

 The look on his face was that of which made me feel joy as I fell back over and ultimately died.  

While I was joyful to finally be freed of the bullying by Mr. Turman and seeing the look on the man's 

face as he realized what had really happened as I died, I was now regretting reincarnation.

 I was standing in a corner in a room lit by candles and a family huddled in the opposite

 corner illuminated by one handheld candle. A small hunched over lady was muttering something. 

Out of curiosity I stepped forward to hear what she was saying and to get a better look. 

The wooden floor of the old  building creaked as I took three steps forward finding a family 

of glum, depressed people and what I assumed was a grandmother had been muttering, “The Queen is dead?”

 over and over again in a strong British accent.  There was nothing but defeat and depression in her voice.

 As I had taken another step unconsciously, the gaze of the whole family had quite literally snapped to me 

and I was met by a question asked all at once simultaneously.

“Are you the one who killed the queen?”

I could hear the anger in their voices.

I can only assume my face contorted in fear as I turned tail and fled.

The moment I opened the door I was met by blazing fires, a smoky midnight sky and the chanting of people.

“The queen is dead!” people shrieked and cried.

In the midst of my adrenaline filled confused wandering I concluded this was a rural village

 and once or twice I had to run away from people with pitchforks and torches screaming

 asking if I was the one who killed the Queen. Upon the realization of my situation I hoped for another reincarnation

 as I ran into the nearest pitch fork.

I will update upon my next reincarnation.