All Chapters of Restart My Life: The CEO's Second Chance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The early sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting slanted shadows onto the old wooden floor. Shylie Reed blinked awake, the room coming into focus around her. The smell of bacon from the kitchen drifted to her, the air warm around her. This wasn't a hospital room. Not the white, cold walls, smelling of antiseptic and sorrow. This wasn't the world she had left behind, the life she had lived in the year 2020. This was 1993.She sat up, her mind still sluggish with the last remnants of sleep, remembering the life that she had lived in the past, the sixteen years of loneliness, of being unseen, of being unimportant. A lifetime of pain and mistakes and regrets fading away with each passing day like some bad dream, slipping farther and farther into the abyss of the past with every waking moment.Sixteen. Shylie blinked, the word echoing in her head. She blinked, feeling her new life solidify around her, the weight of everything settling on her like a mantle. No longer a sickly middle-

Shylie could feel a twinge of astonishment. Homemade. She could recall a few foods that were homemade in her life before."I don't need your charity," Shylie replied, but accepted the box regardless. It was warm, and that felt nice. It was a nice weight in her hands.Darren reclined in his chair. Watching her like he was trying to get through a mask, or something close to that. "You're not like the other kids, Shylie." He said quietly. "You stare right through the crap like you've been through it already."Shylie didn't say anything. She kept quiet. If only he knew.The hallway was abuzz with energy as the midterm rankings were revealed. Students clustered around the bulletin board pointing, whispering, and criticizing as they read the list of names.GPA Ranking: Shylie Reed (Junior) Leah Carter (Senior) Darren Tan (Senior)Whispers and gasps met the list."Shylie is beating seniors?""Who the hell is she?""How could Leah lose her perfect streak?"Leah's eyes were cold, but her fi

Monday Morning – Rooseville AcademyThe bell echoed through the room, quieting the whispers of students as they filtered into the science classroom. Shylie Reed slipped in quietly, her movements graceful, but relaxed. She carried no laptops or flashy gizmos this time. Instead, her satchel was light, home to neatly taken notes and printed data sheets. The others in the class turned to look at her as she moved purposefully to the front of the room. Murmurs. She had just left the Tan home, word already spreading about the new alliances she had made, the air around her now so threateningly thick.She could feel eyes on her, staring. It didn't phase her. It wasn't about being seen. It was about being understood, and they would understand soon enough.She took her seat at the front, back straight, her mind already chewing over the numbers in front of her. The humming of the overhead projector filled the space, and the teacher's voice sliced through the charged air."Today, we begin our grou