✧. ┊𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒃 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌,
𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬｡˚ ✧
𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 a life came with a great cost.
As she slowly closed her eyes, having already run out of air, all the teen s...
Y/N immediately looked back, feeling the harsh grip on her wrist, adrenaline shot through her veins, remembrance flashing through her mind.
Usually, after getting reincarnated, main characters in fiction have a slight bit of time to comprehend the present, rather than getting reminded of their past every five seconds. It seemed the H/C-haired teen wasn't allowed to do that.
She snapped her head back, baring her fist.
'BAM!'
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"Babe, stop fighting me," a taller boy pleaded, his tone not failing to give away the menace behind it.He gripped on her fist that she pushed at his face.
He had moved away, dodging it. The H/C-haired teen blinked, feeling the boy clenching onto her fist making her face scrunch up into one of pain.
He pulled the struggling girl with him, his grip on her wrist getting tighter the more she struggled.
Next thing, she was pushed against the wall, her heart racing as the boy held her back, staring dead into her eyes.
"Why'd you leave?"
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The blond felt a fist collide with his face, sending him down to the ground.
"OW---WHAT TH--!?"
Y/N stared down at him, her eyes still wide.
"What do you want from me?!" She yelled out, rubbing her wrist, the bruise that began to form around making her cringe.
"Want from you?" The boy spat, a menacing grin coming up his face. "Why'd you report me, brat?"
He got up, letting out a bitter chuckle as she took a step back in fear, her lips quivering as terror swirled in her eyes.
"Look at you," he laughed, pointing to her now somewhat shaky self. "Even with such a high status, you're nothing."
'What is this dude saying?'
Y/N took a large gulp, trying to comprehend his words while also trying to remind herself she was not... Y/N... who was she now? She thought a new identity, a new world, if not a dream, would be her second chance. But, it seemed this wasn't at all what she expected.
