Chapter 2
The holidays were approaching fast, so I quickly packed my bags and headed home.
In my past life, after I died, my parents‘ mental health deteriorated from overwhelming grief. So this time, I was determined to spend quality time with them. No one in this world would ever love me more than my parents.
I’d only been home for a week when Sophia called. Her voice sounded frantic: “Amelia, can you lend me some money? The doctor said if I get chin surgery, I’ll definitely become a total knockout. But I don’t have enough cash. Could you spot me some? I’ll pay you back as soon as I get money.”
Sophia was always spending my money. She used to constantly ask me to grab her food, never paying me back. I considered her a friend, so I didn’t mind these little things. But I never realized she didn’t see me as a friend at all.
I deliberately put on a troubled expression and said, “Sophia, I don’t have any money either. My mom’s even talking about making me get a job to pay for tuition. How about you pay me back what you already owe me first?”
The moment I asked for my money back, Sophia got defensive: “I only had you grab food for me a few times. You’re being so petty. And here I thought we were friends!”
I patiently replied, “I only got you food because I thought we were friends too. Now that I’m broke, you should pay me back.”
Sophia got irritated and hung up on me. If she wouldn’t even pay back this small amount, there was no way I’d lend her more
money.
Soon after, Sophia posted on Instagram: [Now I can see who my real friends are. Anyone who won’t help me now shouldn’t expect my help later.]
My other roommate Megan Smith replied: [From now on, us three will be the real friends.]
Another roommate commented: [Exactly, we’re the true friends here.]
I knew they were taking shots at me. So I posted my own update: [Maybe pay back what you already owe before asking for more loans.]
Three minutes later, Sophia deleted her post.
After a few more days at home, I couldn’t sit still anymore. I’d always wanted to apply for graduate school, but in my past life, I never got the chance before Sophia got me killed. This time, I was determined to make my dream come true.
When my parents learned about my plans, they were completely supportive and told me to focus on studying.
While I was studying, Sophia’s social media went quiet for a long time. Just before the semester started, she began posting photos like crazy on Instagram–fancy restaurant meals one day, beach vacation shots the next.
Anyone who knew Sophia could tell she’d gotten plastic surgery. She’d had her eyes done and gotten chin fillers. I figured she’d been recovering from the procedures during her silence.
Tons of people were gushing in the comments:
[How did Sophia get so gorgeous?]
[Where did Sophia go this time? She’s such a beauty.]
Even Christopher, surprisingly, liked her photos.
Sophia was over the moon, playing coy in her replies: [Maybe it’s because I stayed home for a month and got a tan.]
I snorted. Judging by these photos, her spending during this period must have been astronomical.
I knew Sophia’s family situation well. Her parents were ordinary people with another kid to support–they couldn’t possibly fund this kind of lifestyle.
I had no idea where her money was coming from, and frankly, I didn’t care. But I knew she’d eventually pay the price for her
