Reborn with My Bestie
But since she couldn't find Rachel and me, she turned her madness on them.
Robbie lost his right hand. He could never again hold a pen.
Ned had his Achilles tendon severed. He could never again serve in the military.
A pitiful end, truly.
But no, Rachel and I did laugh.
Robbie and Ned had long since rotted in our yesterday.
Now, I stood as a scholar presenting at international conferences, while Rachel became a businesswoman admired by all.
Even our parents—the ones who once oppressed us and looked down on us—now come crawling, begging for our help.