Getting a second chance at life isn't exactly as enchanting as it seems.
Sohee Young, who lived life like the callous person she was, dies. She gets another chance to live life correctly though, and that is by swapping lives with Lina Park, who die...
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"WHY DIDN'T YOU tell me that Marshall was going to come here?" Emma kicked a rock on the sidewalk to the palm tree on her right, backpack swishing back and forth as we walked to my house.
"I forgot." Not. I couldn't be bothered to tell her every second of my life. She was a friend, not my sibling.
"You're dressing less and less like Lina," she started again. I held the bridge of my glasses to glance down at the worn out, gray used to be white, converse. Then at the jeans I rolled up to my ankles. And finally, at the white button down shirt I swapped the hoodies for. The urge to tie a hair scarf on my head rose too, but I stamped it down, thinking that it'd be too much for Lina's bob.
"This is because I'm not wearing hoodie," I said, more of a statement than a question. Sure, hoodies and sweatpants defined Lina's outfits, but I got tired of wearing the same pairings every week. Especially for someone whose closet was two thirds, if not larger, than Lina's bedroom. And piecing this outfit together required intense digging through her bland clothes, judging by the lack of color and diversity in her closet.
"I'm not saying don't wear a hoodie," Emma amended, fixing the collar of her own shirt. "But don't dress up... all colorful."
Because suddenly having white or blue instead of black on black equated to colorful. Besides, in a way, this benefitted Lina. Her golden skin paled into a faded, ashen brown from all the coverage she wore, and the new style I adopted restored her vitamin D supply.
"Nobody else noticed," I pointed out.
"Uh, I'd love to say this, cause you're wrong. Andrew's ears turned pink as soon as he saw you." She clapped her hands together. "You know what? Keep dressing like this! Maybe Andrew will think you're doing this to get his attention and ask you out."
All thoughts of Emma attempting to use reverse psychology on me flew out the window when she began squealing.
How much longer could this walk be?
After a moment, Emma asked, "Are you really going to ruin Philip's career if he doesn't treat me right?"
Though she tensed up earlier, I caught the hopeful tone in her voice, and couldn't understand why. I agreed to our friendship because we mutually benefitted each other. Her by giving me information about Lina—which, now that I thought about it, not so much—and me by entertaining her.
"There's no reason I should," I replied.
"Oh," her shoulders slumped. "Right. I get it. It would be a hassle if you went after him."
I sighed. "I suppose if he does something terrible I'll squash him."
"But not now?"
"Not now." Since when did I appease people? Now, apparently. Even though throughout the years I've learned that it made me easier to manipulate, here I stood, making the same mistake again.
