Reborn on Application Day
Perfect Timing
Before we submitted our college applications, the popular girl in our class, the billionaire’s daughter, suddenly said she could get all of us into Harvard or Yale.
“My parents donated several buildings to those schools. Getting you all admitted is nothing.”
Most of my classmates’ college entrance exam scores were still a long way from those schools, but they believed her. They gave up submitting their own applications and counted on her to pull strings so they could get into college.
In my last life, I realized her promise was unreliable. I immediately urged them not to give up on their applications, to keep a backup plan, and I called their parents one by one.
But that infuriated the popular girl. She mocked me for being poor and said I did not understand how the upper class worked. She claimed I had ruined everyone’s future.
My boyfriend also snapped at me for being jealous.
“You’re just jealous that Lissy’s family is rich. You can’t stand the thought of all of us going to Harvard or Yale. So what if you have good grades? You could work your whole life and still never catch up to what her family built over three generations.”
For the sake of our three years as classmates, I did not argue with them. But before the deadline, when I found out they still had not submitted their applications, I called the police and exposed the popular girl’s fake identity.
The popular girl was condemned by everyone. In despair, she jumped into a river and killed herself. My classmates all said she deserved it and thanked me for saving their futures.
But at our class farewell dinner, my boyfriend poisoned my drink, and the entire class watched coldly as I writhed in pain.
“At worst, we would have lost our chance at college. Lissy lost her life!”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the popular girl claimed she could pull strings for us.