“Isabelle! Why did you cheat off Marianne’s paper? You’ve even copied her essay word for word! You’re the top student in the entire grade!” Mr. Alan Smith, my homeroom teacher, shouted furiously.
I looked up and met his gaze, which was filled with anger and disappointment.
I then turned around blankly to look at my surroundings, only to see Marianne Quentin glaring at me seethingly.
She smirked before shrieking, “You’re so shameless, Isabelle. You’re even copying my essay now!”
My body trembled as if I’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. Only then did I realize that I’d been reborn—and I’d returned to the moment Marianne first accused me of cheating off her.
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In my past life, the school held its final mock exam a week before the SAT exam.
Just as the writing exam was about to end, Marianne, who was sitting beside me, suddenly raised her hand and shouted, “Isabelle copied my paper, Mr. Smith!”
Mr. Smith was utterly stunned.
I found it completely absurd. How could I—someone who’d held the top rank in our grade all year round—possibly copy her paper?
Marianne stared at me with an unwavering gaze. Her tone was challenging as she said, “Just compare our papers if you don’t believe me, Mr. Smith.”
I was the first to hand my paper over to Mr. Smith.
Marianne was the childhood friend of my boyfriend, Lance Russell. Ever since I started dating him, she’d been finding fault with me at every turn.
I figured this was just another petty trick Marianne came up with to target me. Having gotten used to it, I didn’t take it to heart.
However, Mr. Smith stared at me in shock after checking the papers. “What are you doing, Isabelle? Why did you copy Marianne’s answers?”
My mind went blank as I was left completely stunned. How could I have possibly cheated off Marianne?
She tilted her chin, looking smug. “Don’t bother denying it, Isabelle. Just see it for yourself. How shameless of you to even copy my essay!”
