'i was so close to graduation from this hellish school and escaping from the devil's that keep tormenting me...'

'but they took it away from me in the end...'

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"Wow, Piggy, you're wearing a dress for

prom! I can't believe you even have one! Where did you get this? The thrift store?"

'Well, it's pink, maybe she wants to be a real pig, ahahaha!"

AHAHAHA!"

"AHAHAHA!"

The endless mocking laughter that had taunted me for three years of high school already made me numb to everything. Not that I cared much about it after the three years of hell they put me through.

It didn't matter anyway because I would be leaving this hellish school forever. Free from the torments of these people.

"Sorry, but I need to leave…" I said weakly and tried to walk away, heading to the school hall where the prom would start soon.

Jessica Lambert, one of the bullies, grabbed my arm and clenched it until her sharp nail pierced my skin. I grimaced in pain, but I dared not make any noise because it would only make them feel satisfied.

"Are you pretending to be deaf, or is this one of a kind disability when you feel threatened?" Jessica asked.

"J—Jessica, I beg you. Please let me go. It hurts…" I begged her. I really didn't want any trouble with her and the rest of these girls. They were just a bunch of bullies who rose up in 'rank' after the previous bullies had graduated. They always popped out in the senior or sophomore year, because they thought they had control over everything.

But the worst thing was, they had control over me.

I didn't understand why either, but it was like a whirlpool that pulled me deeper and deeper into a spiral until I reached the lowest level of the high school food chain.

I was so low that nobody wanted to be my friend by the end of my school years because they thought I wasn't good enough, or were simply afraid of getting bullied.

Jessica clenched my arm harder and snarled at me, "Didn't I tell you not to come? I told you many times that you would be an eyesore on our prom night!"

I mean, I didn't want to attend the party where I would be ignored by everyone and treated like a wallflower, but attending was an obligation imposed by the school.

"I—It's obligatory to attend, or I will be punished…"

"So you're afraid of the punishment? That's why you are attending?"

…

I dared not answer, since I knew it would only ignite them even more.

I looked around and counted the number of bullies ganging up on me. I thought I could just push Jessica and run. But after realizing that I was surrounded by almost ten people, I found I had no way out.

Cindy, one of Jessica's lackeys, grabbed my other arm and pushed her nail in. I winced in pain. Now that I had gotten stuck between two girls holding me and eight others surrounding me, I had no choice but to submit to my fate.

"We don't need you here. You'll just be an eyesore our prom photo!"

"Yeah! Besides, why are you wearing a dress and make-up? Are you trying to get Mason's attention?"

"Just because he helped you once doesn't mean that you have a chance with him! You are just a pig! Know your place!"

"Know your place, piggy!"

"Know your place, piggy!"

"Know your place, piggy!"

I felt faint after hearing them ganging up on me, shouting at me with the same words over and over. Mason Hall was the handsome school idol, the popular guy who was well-loved and well known across the school, even in other schools and on social media.

He was the type that would be an actor in the future. But he wasn't my problem. All I did was crush on him silently, just like the others here.

Until that day, when he helped me out and carried me to the infirmary after I fainted during P.E class.

After which, he would ask about my condition whenever we passed each other in the corridor or somewhere else.

Maybe he thought it was just friendly banter since he was a school idol. But for me, what he did only worsened my bullying. They became even more vicious and unforgiving.

The screams around me became even more unbearable, as I started struggling frantically, "Let me go! Let me go now!"

Jessica and Cindy laughed, just like the rest of them. They laughed and laughed until their voices were the only thing echoing in my mind.

"Just push her! Push her!"

"PUSH HER!"

Jessica and Cindy released my arm, and the rest of the bullies pushed me to the ground. Little did we know, there was a metallic flower fence with a sharp tip behind me.

'And the moment I fell…'

That metallic flower fence pierced my back, right through my heart. My eyes widened as I felt the sharp pain. I opened my mouth, but no voice came from it.

"GYAAAHH!"

"I—IS SHE DEAD?!"

The bullies screamed frantically, but Jessica and Cindy tried to shush them, "Silence! If someone sees this, then we will be charged! We might get expelled right before our graduation!"

"T—Then, what should we do?"

"Just leave her like this, leave no witness!"

"O—Okay, let's leave now!"

My gaze was already blurry when I heard the sound of their heels getting further and further, leaving me alone with my heart pierced by this metal fence, bleeding to death.

…

'I was so close to my graduation…'

'I was so close to leaving this hell, but why?'

'Why would they rob me of my only chance to escape?'

I could feel my consciousness slowly floating away as I closed my eyes.

A teardrop trailed from the edge of my eyes and dropped to the ground.

'Three years… I've endured their horrible bullying for three years.'

'I tried my best to endure all the pain that they inflicted on me….'

'And I end up just like this? Dead alone before prom night because of those bitches?'

'What about my dream? I wanted to be a doctor in the future. Do you mean that I studied hard for nothing because of these careless bullies?'

My body got colder as I felt blood flowing out from the stab wound. But this kind of coldness didn't scare me, because I was used to living alone after the death of my mom, two years ago. How I wished she would come to me soon. After all, I would also die soon, right?

'Mom, I'm sorry. I promised you that I will be a great person in the future. But it seems that I will meet you a lot sooner than I expected...'

'Mom, please don't be disappointed in me. I really tried my best after your death...'

...

I clenched my fists with the remaining strength that I had. I yelled at the top of my lungs, desperately, as loud as I could.

"WHERE IS JUSTICE?!"

"I WANT GET MY REVENGE! GIVE ME A SECOND CHANC AND I WILL GET MY REVENGE!"

I used all my strength for those.

It was meaningless words, I knew. But if there was a miracle somehow, I'd want to return back in time and get my revenge.

**** that forgiveness and pity. Those bullies didn't pity me even after so much pain and all the torment I bore. They didn't even try to help me after pushing me to my demise.

So I wanted my revenge, the most painful revenge that would get them to break down! I would tear them to pieces and feed them to the dogs!

I want my revenge…

Revenge…

After my death, my tiny speck of consciousness spiraled down into a wormhole. Hot and cold sensations engulfed me until there was serenity and silence around me with only a gentle voice whispering into my ear.

[Three years…]

[Get your revenge within three years…]

[This is not just a simple high school, this is a war zone.]

…

…

My breath was heavy as I tried to collect myself after that traumatic incident. I opened my eyes slowly, then after realizing this wasn't hell or heaven, I looked around in bewilderment, trying to grasp my current situation.

I saw students entering the school gate with cheery faces, some of them walked side by side with their friends, and some even formed groups while gossiping together.

None of them seemed to be alone.

I didn't know what just happened, but as I stood in silence in front of the gate, someone suddenly bumped into me and elbowed my arm.

"Ouch—" I winced. I could tell the one who elbowed me was definitely a boy, a strong one.

"Move bitch, you're blocking the way!" a tall guy around 6 feet in height glared at me for a second. His eyes widened, and then he looked away immediately and mumbled something.

I couldn't hear what he was mumbling, but then again, I didn't care much because I was still trying to understand what was happening to me.

Yes, I was the 'piggy' who'd had a horrible death before, with the pointy flower fence piercing my back, right through my heart. I thought I would leave this world and reach heaven or go down to hell. Whichever that was, I didn't care much.

I felt like my body was engulfed in hot and cold before the voice of a woman told me to get my revenge in three years.

Wait… three years?!

I checked my watch to see the date.

[07.00 A.M.]

[September 16th, 2016.]

I held my breath as this new information seeped into my brain. This was three years ago, the first day of high school. The first day of my nightmare fueled life.

I looked up and saw the school's name on the gate.

-DarthMorth High School.-

This was the school gate of hell that had always greeted me every morning, as I waited for for my next unique torture from those bitches and jerks inside.

Devils in high school boys and girls' bodies, who thought what they were doing was all fun and games.

It seemed that I had returned three years prior to when I was a freshman in this very high school. This was the start of it all.

What was this supernatural occurrence? Time travel? Rebirth? Or maybe it was God that blessed me due to my dying wish of wanting revenge.

I pinched my arm to make sure that I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating after my painful death.

I watched the students who passed by me one by one to the school. I recognized some faces, though most of them were just templates to me. But there was one thing for sure: They never pitied me nor cared for me. They were too busy saving themselves or having the times of their life in high school recklessly.

I stood for a while until someone patted my shoulder. A girl suddenly stopped and stood in front of me, "You're the new girl, right? The new neighbor near my house?"

I looked at the girl, a brunette with medium-length hair. She was quite pretty, wearing a plaid shirt and short pants.

"My name is Chrissy Miles. You can just call me Chrissy," the girl said and stretched her hand out for a handshake.

Yeah, I know her. She was Chrissy Miles, the bitch who backstabbed me after she joined that group with Jessica Lambert. She was so sweet to me when we were in the first year, but she changed right after entering that gang.

I even remembered that she was one of the girls who had ganged up against me on that prom night.

As much as I wanted to smash her head right here, right now, this wasn't the right time.

I didn't know what happened to me other than that I had returned three years prior to when I was just a freshman here.

I didn't know if these people also had the same memories as I did or if they didn't remember anything about returning back in time.

I also didn't know if anything had changed or everything just reverted back to exactly three years ago.

Thus, with a sweet smile, I shook her hands and introduced myself.

"Haha, yes… I'm new here. My name is Emmelyn Jones. You can just call me Emmy."

"Oh, Emmy! Let's go then. What's your first class, mine is History?"

"Yeah, mine as well," I nodded, still with a smile lingering on my lips.

"Then let's go!" Chrissy held my hands and dragged me into the school gate of hell.

"DarthMorth High School."

Chrissy and I walked through the noisy corridor. Everyone was busy with their friends and cliques, so they didn't notice me. Which was a relief because I was sticking out too much in the previous timeline.

It was also partly my fault. I thought by sticking out, I would get many friends to cover the loneliness in my heart. So I could forget the problems in my house and all the abuse my dad had done to my mom.

I thought… if I had many friends, I would be happy…

But that wasn't the case. Rather than getting friends, I got enemies instead, or rather what people called 'bullies.'

Maybe I should go on stealth mode from day one, or at least, find a way to make myself not stick out.

But most people in this school had their own friend circles for a long time now, since most of them were in the same junior and even elementary school.

Meanwhile, I was a new girl here. After my mom and dad got divorced due to extreme abuse. I moved away with my mom to my late Grandma's house.

So yes, even my presence was already sticking out.

"Hi, Chrissy. Who is this girl?" Another girl suddenly joined us and then took a good look at me. She raised her brow and then commented, "A new kid? I have never seen her before."

"Yeah, she is my neighbor. She just moved in about three months ago," Chrissy answered. She then pushed me forward to introduce myself.

"M—My name is Emmy…" I nervously introduced myself. But the girl crossed her arms and then hummed for a second.

"Well, at least Chrissy is kind enough to befriend you," she said.

She turned her back and looked over her shoulder, directly talking to Chrissy, "Your new friend doesn't pass my vibe check. She is very down to earth, like a worm."

"Aha—Ahaha… perhaps…" Chrissy laughed awkwardly.

Chrissy glanced at me and distanced herself a bit, "Don't worry about her. She is just like that. Her name is Ashley, by the way."

I noticed Chrissy's distancing herself from me and only grinned thin, "It's fine."

Yeah, she didn't need to mention that girl's name because I already knew it.

She was Ashley White, the rich kid of this school, even richer than Jessica. She didn't join Jessica's gang, but she acted as if she was high above all, thinking that she had the privilege of stepping on us, the poor ants.

She never physically bullied me, but I still remembered all the ridicule in her eyes and how she didn't ever shy away from calling me a weak girl who had nothing.

Not that I cared about her anyway, she will get what she deserves next year when her father is arrested for money laundering.

Though, I had the urge to watch her break down right in front of my eyes, with the same gaze that she gave me when she knew that I live off of the scholarship money.

We walked to our class and were stopped by a crowd of girls who flocked around with a boy in the middle. The boy stood out because he was more than six feet tall, and also cute.

"Mason, are we in the same class today?"

"Mason, which club did you sign up for? I will follow you!"

"Mason, where will you go after school?"

Mason looked overwhelmed with the flock of girls surrounding him, but he still answered the questions one by one politely.

Since he was the tallest amongst the flock, I could see his face clearly. He had wavy blonde hair with dreamy blue eyes. He wore glasses today, but usually, he would wear contacts whenever he had a photoshoot.

Mason Hall, the most popular guy in the school. Aside from his handsome face, he was nice to everyone, good in everything, and overall just a dreamy man.

Oh, with a sweet smile complete with his dimple.

"S—Sorry, I really have to leave. My class is starting soon," Mason said.

"Aww, Mason, why are you so worried?"

"Yeah, we are here. We can go together," one girl grabbed Mason's arm, and the other followed by grabbing the other arm.

Chrissy and I watched as Mason was dragged to a class by two girls. It looked like he wanted to struggle but was afraid he would hurt the girls.

Looking back at it, I was an idiot for silently crushing on Mason. He was too nice to everyone, and he was a source of trouble.

From the time he had helped me after I fainted, the bullying intensified, ten times worse, and everybody was always looking at me cynically. Rumors popped out that I was trying to force Mason to sleep with me in the infirmary after carrying me.

It was ridiculous, I know.

I stared at Mason's back for a while, and Chrissy suddenly patted my shoulder, "Emmy, do you like him? He is Mason, the uh… hm… he is a model, but he's got a brain. He won a math competition in junior high and was also active in the track and field team."

I knew all that. It was already well known since Mason was so popular with girls tailing him like fangirls, including Chrissy.

Chrissy had been secretly obsessed with Mason for so long, I still remember that she was exposed stealing random stuff from Mason's locker.

I had a moment of pondering in my mind, thinking whether I still had a crush on Mason or not.

And the answer was… yes.

But being too honest wasn't good, especially in front of a crazy fangirl like Chrissy.

I smiled and shook my head, "I'm way out of his league."

The smile on Chrissy's face didn't falter, and she added, "I see, so you do like him. Haha, it's fine, everybody likes Mason. Glad you realized that he is out of your league."