I woke up.
The sunlight felt wrong, too bright for what should have been a bleak afternoon.
My room looked the same, but different. Familiar, yet charged with a terrible memory.
Then I saw the date on my phone: two months before the SATs.
My breath caught.
I was back.
I was alive again, before everything went to hell.
Ms. Evans. The name tasted like poison in my mind.
Our housekeeper. Always smiling, always offering a kind word.
In my past life, she offered me "special calming tea" right before the SATs.
She said it was an old family recipe.
It was.
A recipe that swapped souls.
I remembered the horror.
Waking up in Brenda Evans's body. Brenda, her daughter, academically hopeless, resentful.
I was trapped, forced to take the SATs as Brenda. I tried my best, my mind racing, my borrowed hands clumsy.
But Brenda, in my body, my life, my future.
She didn't just fail my SATs.
She caused a scene. A massive disturbance.
Screaming, tearing up the test.
They disqualified me. Blacklisted me.
My parents, they believed Ms. Evans.
"Chloe had a breakdown."
"Chloe cheated."
Their disappointment was a heavy blanket, smothering me.
Ostracized. My dreams of an Ivy League college, shattered.
I faded. Despair consumed me.
Until I just... stopped.
Now, I was back.
My hands clenched.
This time, things would be different.
I wouldn't just prevent it.
I would understand why. Why Ms. Evans and Brenda hated me enough to destroy me.
Justice. And self-preservation.
Those were my new goals.
The stray white cat I' d been feeding, Ghost, meowed softly from outside my window.
He was part of this, too. He would be.