364 Days a Year by Sarah Riad

For most people, March 29th is just another day. For me, it’s the day I wake as someone new. A different face and different hands, a body that’s not my own. And like every year, i’m only certain of three things. It’s my seventeenth birthday. I have no way of stopping this cycle.
And I’ll die again in 364 days. This year, I’m Effy Garcia.
Something is different. Something I can’t yet place.
Since the year 1909, I have lived in 108 bodies and I have died 108 times.