Semua Bab Plot Wrecker: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I am Ayla Navarez, originally. But after an accident, my life completely changed. From opening my eyes in an unfamiliar place and meeting unfamiliar faces I never knew and seen before, everything started there. That time, I realized I am no longer Ayla Navarez, but it took me three days straight to accept it.  It seems that, me in my previous life, Ayla Navarez, was already dead and now I am living my second life as Rumi Penelope Lee, the life of a total opposite to my previous life.   Rich, beautiful and loved by her wealthy parents. The only-child of the 3rd generation-noble, Lee family. The only beloved daughter, in fact. All of the things that I always dream of, in my previous life as Ayla, were all easy to get after becoming Penelope.  But of all the things Penelope have, almost becoming a perfect (earthling), everyone would have dream of, she also have flaws like everybod

I sighed for the nth time and wondering if I should do this. I mean, who would want to act stupid when you're completely sane?Rumi Penelope, I guess.I wanted to roll my eyes so bad when I regained most of Penelope's memories, and if you'll ask me if its all good, then you better shut your mouth up. Right Ayla, just shut up."Are you okay, Ruru?" Mother asked me when she might have noticed that I've been sighing endlessly since we leave the hospital. It was already been three days after I woke up inside Penelope's body and exactly three days to accept my new reality. And also three days straight when I started to wonder what should I do from now on, now that I am already living as Penelope.I felt mom's gentle tap on my left shoulder before I finally gave her a look. I mentally frown with the thoughts of, 'I am still not used with this kind of affection.' How am I supposed to handle this? How am I going to

"That's all for today's class."  My ears twitched when I heard the teacher's words making me look in front and watch as she stepped out of the room. Seconds later, the school bell rang for the fourth time today, maybe a signal for the end of today's classes.  Meaning, it's time to go home. Something that I've been waiting since the very start of the day. Well, I'm not quite familiar with the school's curriculum or whatever they called it, maybe because, I've been living well as an adult who owns a café, not as a student. My memories as a student were quite void and it's stressing to think about school. But maybe because I'm also an adult myself, there's a part of me who also misses everything as a student. Earlier, I used a search engine on my phone to look for which city that El Grandeur High, was located and it says, Deril City. I was shocked to learned abou

I walked along the empty corridor and went to the vending machine located at the end of the hall and where the stairs was located.  Fitting my right hand inside my wine coloured, school hoodie, I fiddle for a coin I brought with me before standing in front of one of the vending machine. It was so convenient to try different outfits that one was comfortable with, when the school offers other type of uniforms for students. They offers a hoodies, a sweater, uniform with a vest and shirts that can be used by the students as an alternative with the official uniform. And today, I chose to wear the wine coloured hoodie paired with the school's above the knee skirt for girls.  Lucky enough, the school doesn't restrict the students with their outfits as long as it was in accordance with the school policy. One student should only wear the outfits that has a logo of the school and should only wear the outfits according to the school levels' color coding. Senio

Ugh~ "Let's eat something from the street stalls. They were much tastier than the expensive one." I heard Jen suggested when the other girls nodded their heads as if agreeing to her. Their neatly combed hair bundled into different hairstyles, bounced as they moved their head swiftly. The streetlights were jist enough to reflect their beaming smiles in the night that it seems like a warm sunset light, prettily. My lips went into a lopsided smile as I watched the three of them helplessly and was about to agree with them, when somebody speak from our side. It was Maxwell. "You like those things? We aren't even sure if it's clean or not, so why not eat in a restaurant or something." He murmured but we still heard him. It's not surprising to see him react like that especially when he's someone who was born with a silver spoon on his mouth. Even in the original novel, Maxwell never like cheap things. I don't know why but maybe it was influen