5
Tiffany told them to, and Mr. Smith assigned
me to her class.
Last life, Tiffany tried to ruin me and make
everyone hate me.
The organ donor didn’t deserve the rich life,
and Tiffany didn’t accept that I was her sister.
I went through a lot of suffering in this
school. I was excluded, kicked, and people
spread rumors about me.
I thought it was my fault, and I didn’t dare to
tell anyone.
But it was different now. I stood on the
podium and smiled at my old acquaintances.
Tiffany’s seat was empty, but the girls around
her were glaring at me.
I bowed and sat in my seat
<
Then, I felt a dead rat in my desk.
I took the rat out and the people started
laughing. The girl next to Tiffany was laughing
the most.
I smiled, got up, walked to the girl, opened
her shirt, and put the rat in.
She started screaming.
These kids were rich, so the teacher didn’t
want to deal with them and hid in the office.
Before she could hurt me, I grabbed her hair
and said:
“You’re Tiffany’s dog, and you’re going to do
whatever she tells you to.”
<
These girls were sensitive about their
reputations. She started screaming and tried
to claw my face.
Chapter 2
I let go, and her head slammed onto the desk
with a sickening thud.
The other students just laughed, nobody even
tried to help her.
After showing those jerks I wasn’t someone
to mess with, nobody bothered me for a few
days.
4
A few days later, Tiffany, face all healed up,
came back to school with a posse. They
cornered me in the bathroom.
Any girls who were actually trying to use the
stalls saw Tiffany and her crew roll in and
<
wisely bolted.
I heard the commotion from inside the stall
and just stayed put, waiting for the show to
start.
Tiffany told her minions to grab the trash
cans and dump them over the stall door.
Last time this happened, I was a doormat. I
took the trash like a champ, holding back
tears and running out of the bathroom while
they all laughed.
The Smiths‘ driver didn’t even want to take
me home. Said the stink would get in the car
and it was too much trouble, so I should just
walk.
When I got home, Mrs. Smith screamed at me.
and Tiffany gloated. She said I’d been
photographed and the pictures were all over
the internet, embarrassing the Smiths.
For those three months in the hospital, I
dreamt about how to escape that bathroom
stall.
This time, I had a plan.
While they were struggling to lift the trash
can, I took a couple steps back, used the
handle as a foothold, climbed over the door,
and landed right next to Tiffany.
She didn’t even have time to react before I
grabbed her hair and shoved her face in the
trash can.
The other girls just stood there, mouths open.
They’d never seen Tiffany like that.
Tiffany was fighting, trying to scratch me with
her nails, but I held on tight.
When she stopped struggling, I pulled her
head up and threw her to the side..
Then I turned to the girls, all smiles. “I was
just teaching my little sister a lesson. It’s a
family thing, so you should probably stay out
of it.”
I was radiating bad energy, and they all
<
I was auially vau energy, and they all
looked at each other and backed away.
I wasn’t worried about them running to the
teachers. Kids from families like this could
get away with anything.
Tiffany’s hair was all matted and full of trash.
I pulled out a chunk, balled it up, and tossed
it at her face. Then I waited for her to wake
- up.
I didn’t have much patience for enemies. After
ten minutes, she was still out, so I slapped
her a couple of times. That did the trick.
I smiled at Tiffany, who was staring at me
with pure terror. “I thought slashing your face
would send a message, but I guess you’re too
dumb to get it.
“If you keep this up, I might just take your
inheritance, Tiffany.”
The word “inheritance” snapped her to
attention. She found the strength to break
free and tried to slan ma
<
I could’ve dodged it, but I heard a familiar
voice outside. So I took the hit.
The second her hand connected with my face,
Ethan burst in.
Tiffany’s face froze when she saw Ethan.
Then it crumpled into panic.
“Ethan! What are you doing here?” Ethan
looked at my swollen cheek and the scratches.
on my arm. Then he glared at Tiffany.
“I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t bullying
your sister!”
Tiffany looked like she wanted to kill me.
I lowered my head and leaned into Ethan.
Ethan didn’t wait for Tiffany to explain. He
scooped me up in his arms and carried me
out of the bathroom.
LO
5
Tiffany was a Smith through and through.
<
Ethan was still patching me up when my dad
called, all angry and demanding.
I answered, and immediately went on the
offensive. “Dad, I’m with Ethan.”
The anger on the other end cut off. My dad
put on his smooth voice and asked, “Grace,
Tiffany said you two had a little argument at
school. Are you okay?”
I answered, “It’s no big deal. Ethan’s fixing me
- up. I gotta go.”
I hung up and looked at Ethan, who was
carefully putting medicine on my arm. “What
are you doing here? You’re like some kind of
superhero.”
He kept his head down, focused on my arm. “I
was worried someone would hurt you, so I
came.”
I thought about the ruined uniform at home.
Now I knew why Ethan was so concerned.
I covered my swollen cheek with my hand,
I covered my swollen cheek with my hand,
smiling with the other side of my face.
The side of my face was messed up, so I
could’t get any sympathy.
That was a lesson I learned in my past life.
Ethan frowned and pulled my hand away.
“Don’t touch the cut with dirty hands. It’ll get
infected.”
I froze. “It’s just… My face is all puffy. It’s
ugly.”
Ethan cleaned my hand and said seriously,
“It’s not ugly. It’s just a little scratch. It’ll be
fine in a few days.”
A little scratch? Was I really that important?
When I got home, my parents were waiting at
the dinner table.
My dad saw me walk in with my backpack
and asked, “Grace, what were you doing with
Ethan?”
<
I glanced at Tiffany, who was staring at the
table.
I calmly told them what happened in the
bathroom, skipping the part where I went
after Tiffany with a knife.
My dad didn’t care about Tiffany. His eyes
were shining.
“The Johnsons are one of the most powerful
families in the country. And Ethan’s the only
heir! If you can get in good with him, that’s
great. It’s great!”
Then he said urgently, “We planned a
marriage for you when Ethan was born. It was
just a joke, but you can still make it happen!
It could be the way for our family to climb
up!”
I rolled my eyes, but acted like I was listening.
Last life, he’d said the same thing to Tiffany.
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