I walked out of the class after the next bell rang. Everything felt so familiar in my head. As if all these mundane tasks of switching classes happened just yesterday.
But I wished this mundane life was the only thing I had experienced, not the terrible mistreatnt, from threat, slander, sabotage, even as far as them beating physically.
I wanted to avoid anything dangerous, at least for now, because I still hadn't clearly grasped my position. When I finally figured out my position, I could move my chess slowly.
But there was an inevitable event that would lead to know Jessica Lambert, Cindy Crawler, and her gang.
For so unknown reason, Jessica and her gang targeted during the afternoon break on my second day. She just ca directly at with displeased glare. I didn't even know why she picked on , but one thing was for sure, there was hidden anger in her eyes once she saw for the first ti.
I walked to the next class, English Literature, alone. I kept thinking of so way to avoid Jessica for now.
What? Did you think I'm stupid?
Jessica was the queen of the school. She was the Regina George of DarthMorth high school. In fact, I believed Jessica was a lot more difficult to tackle than that legendary Queen Bee Regina George.
Because Jessica seed to know everything, literally everything, as if she had a bunch of spies everywhere that inford her about all my movents, and she specifically picked on for no reason.
I was her toy for three years straight, and it only worsened as more and more people joined her to gang up against . No matter how many tis I tried to hide, she would always find , as if there was a spy around .
I pondered as I walked in the corridor and then accidentally bumped into soone.
THUD!
"Ouch!" I fell to the ground and landed on my butt. I winced in pain.
"Ouch, s—sorry!"
I heard the high-pitched but gentle voice in front of . I looked up and saw a woman with curly red hair. She was wearing a dress with a floral pattern, which was quite old-fashioned and unique.
"A-Are you okay?"
…
"Cerise!" I got up and hugged this woman imdiately. She was Cerise, a girl that was just as bullied as I was. She was a sweet girl and my only friend in my previous life.
But she was forced to move to another city because of her parents in the third year, and we lost contact after.
"W—Wha, who are you?!" Cerise's body stiffened when I hugged her. Then I realized that we hadn't t each other in this life yet.
I released my hug and then smiled at her, "I'm Emlyn Jones. You can call Emmy. Your na is Cerise, right?"
"Y—Yes, my na is Cerise… how did you know?" She asked with her peering gaze behind that round glasses.
I gulped after realizing my mistake. I got so excited about reuniting with my best friend again that I forgot about my rebirth.
"Uh…" I observed her stuff and then realized sothing particular about Cerise.
Her locker always had her picture stamped in front and her naplate under it. It was quirky and cute at the sa ti.
"I knew it from your locker. Our lockers are standing side by side, so I just know, haha!" I replied awkwardly.
It was fortunate that Cerise believed imdiately. Her naivety was still my favorite thing about her.
"O—Okay, then, nice to et you, Emmy…." Cerise tried to back off, but I pulled her.
"Hey, did you know that I'm new in this town? You should accompany soti later. How about giving your number?" I asked enthusiastically.
"Y—You want my number? Mine? From ?"
"Of course! I have a feeling that we can beco good friends in the future!"
Thus, I started to talk with Cerise once more. I listened to so of her small talks, even though I already heard about everything, but I still liked listening to her talking. It gave a sense of assurance that I wasn't alone.
"Wow, Emmy, you're the first person who's wanted to talk with for so long... do you want sothing from ?" Cerise asked.
"Sothing? I want to be your friend, of course," I replied with the happiest grin I had.
**
The school ended in the early evening, I was still worried about what would happen next, but I had only one thing in mind for now.
I stared at a small house with a wide yard, with a few flower pots that my grandma planted to decorate the terrace.
I had finally returned ho, but I was nervous.
I was so nervous because I was afraid there wouldn't be two figures who I had missed so much for three years.
I pushed the unlocked front door and called the woman that beca the strength for to continue living.
"Mom, I'm ho…"
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…
I clenched my fist after hearing no response. What was the point of returning three years prior if I couldn't reunite with my mom? She was the source of my strength, and after her death, my life beca so bleak and depressing that the thought of ending my life to follow her kept on popping up every day.
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…
"Welco back. Emmy, how was your first day at school?"
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