《Class Villainess》


 I was so close...

    ''I was so close¡­''


    ''I was so close to graduating from this hellish school and escaping the devils that kept tormenting me¡­''


    ''But they took it away from me in the end¡­''


    ¡ª


    "Wow, Piggy, you''re wearing a dress for prom! I can''t believe you even have one! Where did you get this? The thrift store?"


    "Well, it''s pink, maybe she wants to be a real pig, ahahaha!"


    "AHAHAHA!"


    "AHAHAHA!"


    The endless mocking laughter that had taunted me for three years of high school already made me numb to everything. Not that I cared much about it after the three years of hell they put me through.


    It didn''t matter anyway because I would be leaving this hellish school forever. Free from the torments of these people.


    "Sorry, but I need to leave¡­" I said weakly and tried to walk away, heading to the school hall where the prom would start soon.


    Jessica Lambert, one of the bullies, grabbed my arm and clenched it until her sharp nail pierced my skin. I grimaced in pain, but I dared not make any noise because it would only make them feel satisfied.


    "Are you pretending to be deaf, or is this one of a kind disability when you feel threatened?" Jessica asked.


    "J¡ªJessica, I beg you. Please let me go. It hurts¡­" I begged her. I really didn''t want any trouble with her and the rest of these girls. They were just a bunch of bullies who rose up in ''rank'' after the previous bullies had graduated. They always popped out in the senior or sophomore year, because they thought they had control over everything.


    But the worst thing was, they had control over me.


    I didn''t understand why either, but it was like a whirlpool that pulled me deeper and deeper into a spiral until I reached the lowest level of the high school food chain.


    I was so low that nobody wanted to be my friend by the end of my school years because they thought I wasn''t good enough, or were simply afraid of getting bullied.


    Jessica clenched my arm harder and snarled at me, "Didn''t I tell you not to come? I told you many times that you would be an eyesore on our prom night!"


    I mean, I didn''t want to attend the party where I would be ignored by everyone and treated like a wallflower, but attending was an obligation imposed by the school.


    "I¡ªIt''s obligatory to attend, or I will be punished¡­"


    "So you''re afraid of the punishment? That''s why you are attending?"


    ¡­


    I dared not answer, since I knew it would only ignite them even more.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    I looked around and counted the number of bullies ganging up on me. I thought I could just push Jessica and run. But after realizing that I was surrounded by almost ten people, I found I had no way out.


    Cindy, one of Jessica''s lackeys, grabbed my other arm and pushed her nail in. I winced in pain. Now that I had gotten stuck between two girls holding me and eight others surrounding me, I had no choice but to submit to my fate.


    "We don''t need you here. You''ll just be an eyesore our prom photo!"


    "Yeah! Besides, why are you wearing a dress and make-up? Are you trying to get Mason''s attention?"


    "Just because he helped you once doesn''t mean that you have a chance with him! You are just a pig! Know your place!"


    "Know your place, piggy!"


    "Know your place, piggy!"


    "Know your place, piggy!"


    I felt faint after hearing them ganging up on me, shouting at me with the same words over and over. Mason Hall was the handsome school idol, the popular guy who was well-loved and well known across the school, even in other schools and on social media.


    He was the type that would be an actor in the future. But he wasn''t my problem. All I did was crush on him silently, just like the others here.


    Until that day, when he helped me out and carried me to the infirmary after I fainted during P.E class.


    After which, he would ask about my condition whenever we passed each other in the corridor or somewhere else.


    Maybe he thought it was just friendly banter since he was a school idol. But for me, what he did only worsened my bullying. They became even more vicious and unforgiving.


    The screams around me became even more unbearable, as I started struggling frantically, "Let me go! Let me go now!"


    Jessica and Cindy laughed, just like the rest of them. They laughed and laughed until their voices were the only thing echoing in my mind.


    "Just push her! Push her!"


    "PUSH HER!"


    Jessica and Cindy released my arm, and the rest of the bullies pushed me to the ground. Little did we know, there was a metallic flower fence with a sharp tip behind me.


    And the moment I fell¡­


    That metallic flower fence pierced my back, right through my heart. My eyes widened as I felt the sharp pain. I opened my mouth, but no voice came from it.


    "GYAAAHH!"


    "I¡ªIS SHE DEAD?!"


    The bullies screamed frantically, but Jessica and Cindy tried to shush them, "Silence! If someone sees this, then we will be charged! We might get expelled right before our graduation!"


    "T¡ªThen, what should we do?"


    "Just leave her like this, leave no witness!"


    "O¡ªOkay, let''s leave now!"


    My gaze was already blurry when I heard the sound of their heels getting further and further, leaving me alone with my heart pierced by this metal fence, bleeding to death.


    ¡­


    ''I was so close to my graduation¡­''


    ''I was so close to leaving this hell, but why?''


    ''Why would they rob me of my only chance to escape?''


    I could feel my consciousness slowly floating away as I closed my eyes.


    A teardrop trailed from the edge of my eyes and dropped to the ground.


    ''Three years¡­ I''ve endured their horrible bullying for three years.''


    ''I tried my best to endure all the pain that they inflicted on me¡­.''


    ''And I end up just like this? Dead alone before prom night because of those bitches?''


    ''What about my dream? I wanted to be a doctor in the future. Do you mean that I studied hard for nothing because of these careless bullies?''


    My body got colder as I felt blood flowing out from the stab wound. But this kind of coldness didn''t scare me, because I was used to living alone after the death of my mom, two years ago. How I wished she would come to me soon. After all, I would also die soon, right?


    ''Mom, I''m sorry. I promised you that I will be a great person in the future. But it seems that I will meet you a lot sooner than I expected...''


    ''Mom, please don''t be disappointed in me. I really tried my best after your death...''


    ...


    I clenched my fists with the remaining strength that I had. I yelled at the top of my lungs, desperately, as loud as I could.


    "WHERE IS JUSTICE?!"


    "I WANT GET MY REVENGE! GIVE ME A SECOND CHANC AND I WILL GET MY REVENGE!"


    I used all my strength for those.


    It was meaningless words, I knew. But if there was a miracle somehow, I''d want to return back in time and get my revenge.


    Fuck that forgiveness and pity. Those bullies didn''t pity me even after so much pain and all the torment I bore. They didn''t even try to help me after pushing me to my demise.


    So I wanted my revenge, the most painful revenge that would get them to break down! I would tear them to pieces and feed them to the dogs!


    I want my revenge¡­


    Revenge¡­

 School gate of hell

    After my death, my tiny speck of consciousness spiraled down into a wormhole. Hot and cold sensations engulfed me until there was serenity and silence around me with only a gentle voice whispering into my ear.


    [Three years¡­]


    [Get your revenge within three years¡­]


    [This is not just a simple high school, this is a war zone.]


    ¡­


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    My breath was heavy as I tried to collect myself after that traumatic incident. I opened my eyes slowly, then after realizing this wasn''t hell or heaven, I looked around in bewilderment, trying to grasp my current situation.


    I saw students entering the school gate with cheery faces, some of them walked side by side with their friends, and some even formed groups while gossiping together.


    None of them seemed to be alone.


    I didn''t know what just happened, but as I stood in silence in front of the gate, someone suddenly bumped into me and elbowed my arm.


    "Ouch¡ª" I winced. I could tell the one who elbowed me was definitely a boy, a strong one.


    "Move bitch, you''re blocking the way!" a tall guy around 6 feet in height glared at me for a second. His eyes widened, and then he looked away immediately and mumbled something.


    I couldn''t hear what he was mumbling, but then again, I didn''t care much because I was still trying to understand what was happening to me.


    Yes, I was the ''piggy'' who''d had a horrible death before, with the pointy flower fence piercing my back, right through my heart. I thought I would leave this world and reach heaven or go down to hell. Whichever that was, I didn''t care much.


    I felt like my body was engulfed in hot and cold before the voice of a woman told me to get my revenge in three years.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    Wait¡­ three years?!


    I checked my watch to see the date.


    [07.00 A.M.]


    [August 18th, 2016.]


    I held my breath as this new information seeped into my brain. This was three years ago, the first day of high school. The first day of my nightmare fueled life.


    I looked up and saw the school''s name on the gate.


    -DarthMorth High School.-


    This was the school gate of hell that had always greeted me every morning, as I waited for for my next unique torture from those bitches and jerks inside.


    Devils in high school boys and girls'' bodies, who thought what they were doing was all fun and games.


    It seemed that I had returned three years prior to when I was a freshman in this very high school. This was the start of it all.


    What was this supernatural occurrence? Time travel? Rebirth? Or maybe it was God that blessed me due to my dying wish of wanting revenge.


    I pinched my arm to make sure that I wasn''t dreaming or hallucinating after my painful death.


    I watched the students who passed by me one by one to the school. I recognized some faces, though most of them were just templates to me. But there was one thing for sure: They never pitied me nor cared for me. They were too busy saving themselves or having the times of their life in high school recklessly.


    I stood for a while until someone patted my shoulder. A girl suddenly stopped and stood in front of me, "You''re the new girl, right? The new neighbor near my house?"


    I looked at the girl, a brunette with medium-length hair. She was quite pretty, wearing a plaid shirt and short pants.


    "My name is Chrissy Miles. You can just call me Chrissy," the girl said and stretched her hand out for a handshake.


    Yeah, I know her. She was Chrissy Miles, the bitch who backstabbed me after she joined that group with Jessica Lambert. She was so sweet to me when we were in the first year, but she changed right after entering that gang.


    I even remembered that she was one of the girls who had ganged up against me on that prom night.


    As much as I wanted to smash her head right here, right now, this wasn''t the right time.


    I didn''t know what happened to me other than that I had returned three years prior to when I was just a freshman here.


    I didn''t know if these people also had the same memories as I did or if they didn''t remember anything about returning back in time.


    I also didn''t know if anything had changed or everything just reverted back to exactly three years ago.


    Thus, with a sweet smile, I shook her hands and introduced myself.


    "Haha, yes¡­ I''m new here. My name is Emmelyn Jones. You can just call me Emmy."


    "Oh, Emmy! Let''s go then. What''s your first class, mine is History?"


    "Yeah, mine as well," I nodded, still with a smile lingering on my lips.


    "Then let''s go!" Chrissy held my hands and dragged me into the school gate of hell.


    DarthMorth High School.

 Corridor

    Chrissy and I walked through the noisy corridor. Everyone was busy with their friends and cliques, so they didn''t notice me. Which was a relief because I was sticking out too much in the previous timeline.


    It was also partly my fault. I thought by sticking out, I would get many friends to cover the loneliness in my heart. So I could forget the problems in my house and all the abuse my dad had done to my mom.


    I thought¡­ if I had many friends, I would be happy¡­


    But that wasn''t the case. Rather than getting friends, I got enemies instead, or rather what people called ''bullies.''


    Maybe I should go on stealth mode from day one, or at least, find a way to make myself not stick out.


    But most people in this school had their own friend circles for a long time now, since most of them were in the same junior and even elementary school.


    Meanwhile, I was a new girl here. After my mom and dad got divorced due to extreme abuse. I moved away with my mom to my late Grandma''s house.


    So yes, even my presence was already sticking out.


    "Hi, Chrissy. Who is this girl?" Another girl suddenly joined us and then took a good look at me. She raised her brow and then commented, "A new kid? I have never seen her before."


    "Yeah, she is my neighbor. She just moved in about three months ago," Chrissy answered. She then pushed me forward to introduce myself.


    "M¡ªMy name is Emmy¡­" I nervously introduced myself. But the girl crossed her arms and then hummed for a second.


    "Well, at least Chrissy is kind enough to befriend you," she said.


    She turned her back and looked over her shoulder, directly talking to Chrissy, "Your new friend doesn''t pass my vibe check. She is very down to earth, like a worm."


    "Aha¡ªAhaha¡­ perhaps¡­" Chrissy laughed awkwardly.


    Chrissy glanced at me and distanced herself a bit, "Don''t worry about her. She is just like that. Her name is Ashley, by the way."


    I noticed Chrissy''s distancing herself from me and only grinned thin, "It''s fine."Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    Yeah, she didn''t need to mention that girl''s name because I already knew it.


    She was Ashley White, the rich kid of this school, even richer than Jessica. She didn''t join Jessica''s gang, but she acted as if she was high above all, thinking that she had the privilege of stepping on us, the poor ants.


    She never physically bullied me, but I still remembered all the ridicule in her eyes and how she didn''t ever shy away from calling me a weak girl who had nothing.


    Not that I cared about her anyway, she will get what she deserves next year when her father is arrested for money laundering.


    Though, I had the urge to watch her break down right in front of my eyes, with the same gaze that she gave me when she knew that I live off of the scholarship money.


    We walked to our class and were stopped by a crowd of girls who flocked around with a boy in the middle. The boy stood out because he was more than six feet tall, and also cute.


    "Mason, are we in the same class today?"


    "Mason, which club did you sign up for? I will follow you!"


    "Mason, where will you go after school?"


    Mason looked overwhelmed with the flock of girls surrounding him, but he still answered the questions one by one politely.


    Since he was the tallest amongst the flock, I could see his face clearly. He had wavy blonde hair with dreamy blue eyes. He wore glasses today, but usually, he would wear contacts whenever he had a photoshoot.


    Mason Hall, the most popular guy in the school. Aside from his handsome face, he was nice to everyone, good in everything, and overall just a dreamy man.


    Oh, with a sweet smile complete with his dimple.


    "S¡ªSorry, I really have to leave. My class is starting soon," Mason said.


    "Aww, Mason, why are you so worried?"


    "Yeah, we are here. We can go together," one girl grabbed Mason''s arm, and the other followed by grabbing the other arm.


    Chrissy and I watched as Mason was dragged to a class by two girls. It looked like he wanted to struggle but was afraid he would hurt the girls.


    Looking back at it, I was an idiot for silently crushing on Mason. He was too nice to everyone, and he was a source of trouble.


    From the time he had helped me after I fainted, the bullying intensified, ten times worse, and everybody was always looking at me cynically. Rumors popped out that I was trying to force Mason to sleep with me in the infirmary after carrying me.


    It was ridiculous, I know.


    I stared at Mason''s back for a while, and Chrissy suddenly patted my shoulder, "Emmy, do you like him? He is Mason, the uh¡­ hm¡­ he is a model, but he''s got a brain. He won a math competition in junior high and was also active in the track and field team."


    I knew all that. It was already well known since Mason was so popular with girls tailing him like fangirls, including Chrissy.


    Chrissy had been secretly obsessed with Mason for so long, I still remember that she was exposed stealing random stuff from Mason''s locker.


    I had a moment of pondering in my mind, thinking whether I still had a crush on Mason or not.


    And the answer was¡­ yes.


    But being too honest wasn''t good, especially in front of a crazy fangirl like Chrissy.


    I smiled and shook my head, "I''m way out of his league."


    The smile on Chrissy''s face didn''t falter, and she added, "I see, so you do like him. Haha, it''s fine, everybody likes Mason. Glad you realized that he is out of your league."

 Bullshi* ideals

    "I see, so you do like him. Haha, it''s fine, everybody likes Mason. Glad you realized that he is out of your league."


    My sense sharpened instantly when I heard that from Chrissy. I could sense that she''d become hostile after I replied to her question.


    I scoffed in my heart, Chrissy was that obsessive stalker that acted as if she wasn''t into her idol, but she was actually doing a witch hunt on every girl here and targeted them in every way possible until they dared not talk to Mason anymore.


    Maybe the one who had spread gossip that I forced Mason to have sex with me in the infirmary was this girl in front of me.


    I knew she had targeted me when I ambiguously replied that Mason was out of my league instead of outright denying my interest.


    "Then how about you, Chrissy? Do you have any interest in him?" I asked with an amiable grin on my face.


    Chrissy''s smile cracked after I threw the question to her, "He is also out of my league."


    "Ah, I see. That means you''re interested in him, right? Well, glad that you understand he is also out of your league," I added.


    I saw the crack in Chrissy''s calm facade, she still had the smile on her lips, but she was definitely angry that I returned her words.


    "But I''ve known him longer than you, and I know him better. Sorry to say girl, but Mason is just too good for you," Chrissy said.


    This seemed to be her method of cutting down any potential threats by pulling them down, even though she gained nothing out of it.


    I mean, if she had liked Mason for so long without ever confessing and instead was just bullying anyone who dared to have interest in Mason, it was already a sign of a stalker.


    "Too good for us, you mean?" I smiled. "It''s a bit unfortunate though, you''ve known him longer, but he doesn''t seem to notice you."


    "Well, just as you said, he is out of our league. No need to sweat over it," I added.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!


    Chrissy remained silent after that. The smile on her face disappeared, but it made me feel relieved.


    While it was true that I had to be careful in this second chance, I didn''t want to keep acting weak in front of Chrissy. Because in my previous life, I kept befriending her for one year, and she got me into so much trouble.


    I knew this meant war, but fuck it, just for her, I''d rather start a real war than the backhanded one like in my previous life.


    "Ah, we''re going to be late for our class. Let''s go," I said, still acting amiably as if I said nothing hurtful to her.


    "No, you go first. I want to meet MY friends," Chrissy said.


    I almost chuckled when I heard that. In the first year, I knew that Chrissy''s friends were all playing with her because she was mediocre to the bone.


    I left her and walked to my class, History, with Mr. Carman.


    I joined the class with Mr. Carman, who was eyeing the students and handed us the introductory questionnaire. In my previous life, I used this to make myself stand out by becoming the one who volunteered to read their essay aloud.


    But I knew it wouldn''t give me anything good in this life, especially when there was a teacher''s pet here.


    "Now, I know this is a bit sudden. But the tradition in my class is to have one representative read their questionnaire out loud. This will represent your ideas of what you want in the future. Who wants to volunteer?"


    This was the cue for me to volunteer in the previous life, but I kept my hands cupped under the seat and scanned around the class instead.


    I remembered most of the faces here. Most of them ignored or bullied me before. But at least, none of them had their contemptful gaze on me. Some were curious about a new face, which was me, and the rest were focused on the teacher.


    The class became quiet for a moment until a guy suddenly raised his hand, "I will, Mr. Carman!"


    "Oh, sure, come in front," Mr. Carman said.


    The guy walked to the front, a preppy guy with permed hair and a fully buttoned white shirt. He had a bright smile and introduced himself.


    "My name is Albert Aimer. Pleased to meet you."


    "Good, Mr. Aimer, please read your questionnaire out loud."


    Albert Aimer started reading his questionnaire proudly, something that I had done before.


    "My personal vision in this school is to be a student council president in the future!"


    Heh, same answer like I had before.


    "I hope we all can work together, strive for a better future as one to pave a greater future for the new students!"


    Bullshit, you were the one who pushed me down the gutter after you realized that I was competition. I reminded myself not to snap when I heard all the hypocrisy spouted from that guy''s lips.


    I had a traumatizing experience with him when I was recruited as a potential candidate for a Biology Competition. He ripped and threw away my research paper, so he had no competition  to be the one representing the school.


    They said only the ones on top of the food chain could bully, but even someone as low as Albert could push me even further.


    This place had no pity for the weak and naive.


    "One more thing, I want fair competition whenever there is one. I believe in equal chance!"


    Equal chance? What a load of Bullshit.

 Reunion

    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 mistreatment, from threat, slander, sabotage, even as far as them beating me 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 me to know Jessica Lambert, Cindy Crawler, and her gang.


    For some unknown reason, Jessica and her gang targeted me during the afternoon break on my second day. She just came directly at me with displeased glare. I didn''t even know why she picked on me, but one thing was for sure, there was hidden anger in her eyes once she saw me for the first time.


    I walked to the next class, English Literature, alone. I kept thinking of some 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 seemed to know everything, literally everything, as if she had a bunch of spies everywhere that informed her about all my movements, and she specifically picked on me 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 me. No matter how many times I tried to hide, she would always find me, as if there was a spy around me.


    I pondered as I walked in the corridor and then accidentally bumped into someone.


    THUD!


    "Ouch!" I fell to the ground and landed on my butt. I winced in pain.


    "Ouch, s¡ªsorry!"Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    I heard the high-pitched but gentle voice in front of me. 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?"


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    "Cerise!" I got up and hugged this woman immediately. 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¡ªWha, who are you?!" Cerise''s body stiffened when I hugged her. Then I realized that we hadn''t met each other in this life yet.


    I released my hug and then smiled at her, "I''m Emmelyn Jones. You can call me Emmy. Your name is Cerise, right?"


    "Y¡ªYes, my name is Cerise¡­ how did you know?" She asked me 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 something particular about Cerise.


    Her locker always had her picture stamped in front and her nameplate under it. It was quirky and cute at the same time.


    "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 me immediately. Her naivety was still my favorite thing about her.


    "O¡ªOkay, then, nice to meet 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 me sometime later. How about giving me your number?" I asked enthusiastically.


    "Y¡ªYou want my number? Mine? From me?"


    "Of course! I have a feeling that we can become good friends in the future!"


    Thus, I started to talk with Cerise once more. I listened to some of her small talks, even though I already heard about everything, but I still liked listening to her talking. It gave me a sense of assurance that I wasn''t alone.


    "Wow, Emmy, you''re the first person who''s wanted to talk with me for so long... do you want something from me?" Cerise asked.


    "Something? 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 home, 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 became the strength for me to continue living.


    "Mom, I''m home¡­"


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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 became so bleak and depressing that the thought of ending my life to follow her kept on popping up every day.


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    "Welcome back. Emmy, how was your first day at school?"

 Mom

    "Welcome back. Emmy, how was your first day at school?"


    The sweet and gentle voice came from the kitchen. I darted my eyes directly to the kitchen, still feeling unsure. After two years of not hearing her voice, it all felt so surreal to me.


    I gulped and sauntered to the kitchen, "M¡ªMom, is that you?"


    "Yeah! I''m making dinner!" Mom raised her voice so I could hear her. I could smell the scent of garlic and spices from the kitchen as I walked forward.


    "Mom¡­" I called again, wanting to make sure that I wasn''t dreaming.


    "What? Emmy, if you have time to keep calling me, you also have time to help me prepare for dinner!"


    My body trembled as I listened to her voice scolding me again. Back then, I didn''t realize how much I would miss her voice. I reached the kitchen and saw a woman in a blue apron. Her long black hair was tied up in a bun as she cooked something in a pot.


    She still wore a white shirt and jeans, her usual working attire when working as a receptionist, proving that she had just returned from work.


    She looked at me and frowned, "Emmy, why are you staring at me like that? So how was your first day at school? Since we''re new here, I was worried that you might get bullied."


    I bit my lips as I saw her concern. I didn''t realize how much I treasured her until I lost her completely. Many people didn''t realize how privileged they were until they lost it, including the privilege of having parents.


    Well, specifically a mother. Because my dad was an abuser, and a drunkard who beat my mum and me so many times. Until five months ago, where things got so bad, that my dad was locked up in jail for severe domestic abuse.


    I subconsciously grabbed my left arm, the place where my dad beat me with a stick and left a horrible bruise. Although the wound had disappeared, the pain in my heart lingered.


    I couldn''t imagine how much pain my mom had to endure all these years¡­


    "Emmy?" Mom called me again. "Why are you crying? Did someone bully you at school?"


    Mom put down the draining spoon in her hand and then walked towards me, "Emmy, what happened?"If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    I didn''t realize I had tears in my eyes. Maybe it was the overwhelming emotion of meeting my mom again, the only family I had in this world.


    I stretched my arms and hugged mom''s waist. I let my tears dampen my mom''s shirt as I buried my face in her shoulder.


    "Mom¡­"


    I felt her hands pat my head while she asked, "Really, are you okay? You can tell me about your problems, you know."


    "Mom¡­ I miss you so much. I''ve been missing you for years¡­." I sobbed. Like a dam bursting inside my heart, it was such a relief when I could finally utter the words I''ve wanted to say for so long.


    "What are you saying, Emmy? I saw you justWe just parted this morning!" Mom continued patting my head and then asked again, "Are you alright?"


    After a while, I finally smiled in front of her and nodded happily, "I''m alright, mom. School is fun."


    I didn''t want to make her worry. Back in the first timeline, I reported all the bullying I experienced to my mom. Mom naturally went to the principal office to demand a fair judgment for all things I''d suffered.


    But who would''ve expected that one of the bullies in my school called his father, and my Mom got fired from her only job that sustained us? Because that bully''s father was the manager in the company where my mom worked, and mom was forced to find a job, far from our area with small pay.


    "Are you sure?"


    "Yes! I''m perfectly okay!" I nodded happily. "I can handle this, don''t worry!"


    Yes, I could handle this alone. This would be my revenge on them, and I wouldn''t involve my mom in this.


    Most of those bullies knew they were far more privileged in life, so they could act like monsters to less privileged people, like me.


    But I could always use it to my advantage, of course.


    "Anyway, I cooked something for dinner following a recipe from Google, so I''m not sure if it''ll taste good," mom said. She glanced at the mysterious pot full of vegetables and meat.


    "Ah, it will taste good, mom. I trust you."


    I knew that my mom was a terrible cook, no matter what she cooked. She would always screw things up and make it taste terrible.


    But I really wanted to try that horrible cooking, just once after so long. Because that was something that my mom made for us.


    I helped her serve the Dinner, and then we ate together.


    ¡­


    Okay, I take back my words, I missed my mom very much, but her cooking was still terrible.


    Absolutely something that shouldn''t be put on the table.


    "Hmm¡­ it''s missing something, but it''s not bad," my mom said.


    NOT BAD?!


    IT''S HORRENDOUS! GORDON RAMSAY WOULD THINK YOU''RE TRYING TO POISON HIM!


    "Y¡ªYeah, mom," I said and continued taking small bites of the chicken that tasted so weird.


    "Did you make any friends?"


    "Yeah, I made one," I said. What mom asked was sometimes trivial and a bit childish, but it was her attentiveness that made me happy.


    "Just tell me if you get bullied at school, we''re new here, so I know it might be hard for you."


    "Okay, mom. Don''t worry though, I can handle this just fine.


    Yes, I could handle this just fine. Just watch me playing chess with the mean girls and jerks in school, where I will use them as my pawns and take out the unimportant ones.


    "Oh, don''t forget to deliver some to Grandma. She''s in her room, still feeling ill."


    I gulped as I stared at the horrendous soup on the table, "I¡ªI think I will cook something for her instead."

 Eating my depression

    After taking care of my grandma, I returned to my room. The decoration was still neat and simple, and things weren''t so bad at this point in time because I still had my emotional support here.


    A simple, neat bed, a desk covered in stacks of novels and school books that were yet to be arranged. Some handsome idol posters that I had back when I was in junior high and a collection of framed photos from my childhood were there too.


    I had some foundation, cream, and sunscreen. I liked trying makeup, although I was never good at it. In fact, in the previous timeline, I had tried using makeup to make myself look prettier, but they just belittled me, calling me a pig wearing makeup¡­


    And lastly¡­


    I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking as much air as I could and enjoying the smell of a clean room. After my mom''s death, I had to take care of my grandma until her death not long after my mom. Then I was all alone.


    My dad''s family refused to take me, so I had to live by myself in this house.


    Thus, my depression worsened, and I couldn''t even get myself to clean my room, let alone the entire house.


    My room would smell pungent and have a lot of trash scattered around. Maybe that was also a reason why they bullied me¡­


    Because I lived like a dirty pig.


    ¡­


    I walked to the mirror that showed my full body, from head to toe.


    "So this is me three years ago¡­."The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    I still remember when I wanted to explore my sexuality, I wore short pants and a tight-fitting shirt once. But when I went to the class with it, people shamed me, calling me a slut because I had big boobs.


    Some boys also called me a whore because they said I was so plain, but because of my body, they said they could fuck me once or twice, as long as I put a paper bag over my face.


    I didn''t want to be called slut, whore, or an ugly bitch with big tits.


    It was so degrading, but I didn''t know any other way.


    I couldn''t handle the sneer and ridicule, so amidst my depression, I ate myself up.


    I stuffed myself and got bigger and bigger. I didn''t care as long as I could get myself out of the ridicule. Nobody helped me or at least stayed by my side when I was at my lowest.


    And after I lost my original shape, they called me piggy. A filthy nasty piggy.


    ¡ª


    "Nasty pig, do you know how disgusting you look right now?"


    "Come here, piggy piggy piggy, I have a bag of chips for you!"


    "Look at yourself, you nasty ass pig. From head to toe¡ªwait, I don''t think you can even see your toes! AHAHAHAHA!"


    ¡ª


    In the end, whatever I did only turned me into a source of ridicule. The joke character they used to ridicule when they got too bored with their perfect lives.


    Now, my body returned to its original shape before I overate in my depression. True, I had developed perky boobs as a teenager, and an hourglass, bodacious shape.


    I used to hate this body because of those bullies calling me degrading names, labeling me a slut just because of something I couldn''t control. But after I experienced a humiliating death, my heart went cold and numb. I didn''t care much about those words except a promise that I would return those words back at them.


    Rather than drowning myself in their ridicule, I wanted to make sure I looked proper without drawing too much attention.


    As much as I wanted to just go Rambo on them, I had to play smart. I had no competent friends, nor good social standing, and not even money.


    All I had was my brain, so I had to play the game well before taking control. After I made sure that everything was under control, I could do whatever I wanted.


    I stared at myself in the mirror, and a smirk grew on my face, "What do you want to do with them?"


    "Of course, you will make sure they experienced pain worse than death. You must shame them just how they shamed you before."


    "Emmelyn Jones, You can call yourself petty, vengeful or evil. But you must not forget what they did. Give them what they deserve."

 Insecurity and the boys

    The warm shower caressed my skin after a long day¡­ or maybe long years of pain and torture I had gone through. After my mom''s death, I didn''t have enough money to pay for the electricity bill with my mom''s savings and some money I got from the local government monthly, so I couldn''t use the heater for my shower.


    Even during winter, I couldn''t take a hot shower because the bill would be too much for me, and I wouldn''t be able to eat.


    So I would go to school without taking a shower sometimes.


    I closed my eyes while thinking about the terrible things they had done to me in the past, including how they targeted me. I wondered if there was any cause in the first place.


    So my memory returned to the first timeline when I knew nothing. I listed the reason that caused them to bully me.


    First, I was the new kid who knew nothing about my environment. I had a few friends in my middle school, but most of them were just casual friends. But in this new town, I knew no one, not even my neighbor. I knew Chrissy in the previous timeline because my mom tried to introduce us to each other when we''d just arrived here.


    Second, I tried to stick out. My dad''s abusive behavior had me so terribly traumatized that I couldn''t even look at men in the same way.


    I still remember the pain he inflicted on my body, the bruises covering me and he hit me often because he said I was ''stupid and ugly'' like my mother.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


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    "If you weren''t ugly like your mother, maybe I could sell you off for extra money, but who would want trash like you?"


    ¡ª


    Even though it might be his alcohol-fueled ramblings, his words hit me in my deepest conscience. It planted insecurity deep inside my mind. The insecurity developed into a mindset that¡­ if I didn''t stick out and become popular, everyone would despise me.


    So I tried to seek attention, hoping some people would notice me and befriend me. But I was wrong.


    Yes, they noticed me¡­


    And they made fun of me, like an involuntary clown, to fill their free time with some fun and games of roasting the piggy.


    Third, I didn''t have the guts to tell those wretched bullies to back off. I wasn''t courageous enough, so I enabled them to keep bullying me until I lost all social standing and became a bottom feeder.


    So I learned my lesson, I wouldn''t be an idiot who fell into the same hole twice. I learned not to be a naive girl who thought everyone would want to befriend her.


    I learned to be low-key until I got the right time to strike.


    And lastly, about boys¡­


    Yes, I had a crush on Mason in the previous timeline, and I still had the same crush on him right now.


    But I reckon it wasn''t worth it. Because I was just another random girl who fell in love with him.


    "Honestly, what''s the point of having a boyfriend anyway?" I shrugged.


    "High school is already difficult, and to add a random horny, sloppy creature in my life, that would be just plain stupid."


    "Besides, most of them only see me from the neck under¡­."


    I bit my lip when I remembered how their lecherous eyes stared at my boobs and ass. They didn''t even feel ashamed to do that.


    It was too disgusting for me to recall, so I shook my head and steeled my will.


    "I will never get a boyfriend unless that man is useful enough for me. I don''t need a sloppy, useless guy who only dates me because of my body."


    "Emmelyn Jones, there will be no handsome knight in shining armor to save you. Nobody saved you in the past. Do you think things will change now? You only have yourself to rely on. So keep that in mind and be strong for yourself.."

 School is war, and were playing a dangerous game

    I took a bath and returned to my desk. I only had one thing in mind, and it was planning out my next step.


    People might think that school was just a place where you study and socialize. But in school, there were various social castes, and underhanded methods to gain popularity and rise up in rank, and similarly underhanded methods to push someone to the gutter.


    Like a food chain, one would push the others to be on top.


    Why would you think the seniority, sense of superiority, and bullying culture continued as those bullies were becoming adults? It was because they got used to it since they were young.


    I ripped a blank paper and got a pen, then I started making a caste system. This was an invisible caste system that I found after experiencing bullying for three years. We should begin with the teachers and senior students, the twelfth grade.


    I gave them their own caste on top. They were simply untouchable at this point in time. Besides, I didn''t have much problem with them in my first life. They were too detached from the junior, but still, they couldn''t be touched.


    They were the seniors, after all.


    Then I ranked the sophomore¡­


    I had observed a few who seemed to have control over the school. They were the mean girls of their generation consisting of three girls.


    But the leader was the most dangerous, Barbara Cornwell, but she called herself ''Barbie'' for some reason. However, I didn''t see any similarities between her and that doll other than her exaggerated way of speaking, especially when she was with the boys.


    She would speak so elegantly in front of the boys, but she would speak like a nasty sewer when she was with the girls.


    Barbara Cornwell also had a terrible catty attitude with anyone who dared to steal any man''s attention when she was around them. And lastly, she hooked up a lot with the boys in the school.


    She would shame everyone and even went as far as bullying the girls who stole the spotlight from her, but she was always well protected because of her boyfriend, Jake Illyas, the current quarterback who would be Mason''s senior when he joined the football team this year.


    Barbara could easily reign supreme with the protection from Jake, who was also cheating on her, and she was the first one to call me a slut because of my well-endowed boobs.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    ''Heh, what a hypocrite,'' I chuckled and put Barbara Crownwell at the top. I wanted to topple her down, but it wasn''t the right time, not yet.


    Then I went to the lower ranks and started ranking the ones in the same year as me.


    Jessica and Cindy were always together. They were initially a group of two until more and more girls joined them. They became a big group in the senior year consisting of seven people, with Jessica as the leader.


    They would call themselves the DarthMorth Queens.


    Jessica was so powerful in the previous timeline that the only thing she couldn''t have was Mason. Because it seemed that Mason never paid attention to her nor appeared to be interested in anyone.


    He always wore the same lukewarm smile in front of everyone, even though he could get any girl¡­ or guy if he swung the other way.


    But he stayed single until my death.


    It seemed that Chrissy continuously fueled Jessica''s jealousy, so Jessica would hound anyone who dared to approach Mason.


    Other than that, Jessica and Cindy would come at me tomorrow in the cafeteria for absolutely no reason, so I had to avoid them tomorrow.


    At least, I couldn''t afford to get humiliated on my second day of high school.


    Then after Jessica and Cindy, I listed all the potential bullies in my grade that would join the DarthMorth Queens in the future. There was Chrissy, obviously, and there were two more. The rest came from the next batch.


    So I rounded them down as my primary target.


    Because to put the giant down, you have to do it by binding their leg.


    There were Chrissy, Lea, and Kristen.


    I didn''t want to be entangled with Chrissy for now because of her constant obsession with Mason and becoming the IT girl. And I didn''t have any resources to befriend Lea. Because Lea was just Ashley 2.0, they were from rich families but had different fates after the second year.


    While Ashley transferred to another school after her father was arrested for money laundering, Lea''s father went bankrupt in the second year.


    So, Lea had to kiss Jessica''s boots and turn into Jessica''s lap dog because she didn''t want to get bullied by the rest of the people she had bullied prior to her downfall.


    They were just too much for me right now. So that left me with only one choice, Kristen.


    The smirk grew on my face as I realized something important.


    Kristen joined Jessica in the second semester, approximately six months from now. That was because Kristen had a dark secret, so Jessica blackmailed her.


    "Perfect," I knew someone close to Kristen in middle school before, Cerise. But Kristen ditched Cerise because she was embarrassed by her antics, though I do think that Cerise was cute.


    To confirm the secret that Kristen hid for so long, I had to contact Cerise.


    So I took my phone and dialed Cerise''s number.


    Beep. Beep.


    "H¡ªHello, Emmy?" Cerise''s nervous voice rang in my ears as I leaned on the chair, crossing my legs while plotting about what I should do next to pressure Cerise to spill the beans without actually hurting my friend.


    Because I did treasure Cerise as my only friend in high school in the first timeline. But right now, we were just strangers, and so I had to find a gentler method to extort some information.


    "Hey, Cerise, so you saved my phone number! I''m so glad!"


    "I¡ªI''m the one who should be glad¡­ I never thought someone would actually call me like this," Cerise replied.


    "Hm? Why not? I want to be your friend after all," I replied, then paused for a moment. "Cerise, you know that I''m new in the school, unlike you who have been in the same middle school with them. Do you know some people I have to watch out for?"