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A Teacher Reborn

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 718    |    Released on: 12/06/2025

elt in my past life. "The check-in deadline is 8:00 AM sharp. The testing r

der an old oak tree near the parking lot e

at me with wide, concerned eyes. She' d arrived a few minutes

we...?" she began, her

d enough for the closer students to hear.

sound. "She' ll be here any minute,

t possess. The other students mirrored his assurance, their an

time obsessively as I would have befor

ing entry. Documenting everyth

'We know. Stay safe. We ha

ng me first. This time, they knew the potential for trouble, knew the players involved. My

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utes cr

si' s, finally squealed into t

red carpet, sunglasses perched on her head, a

h for everyone, including me, to hear. "My stupid alarm didn't go

rection of her house. A blatant l

, however, l

okay,

ited f

taking her designer backpack. "See,

at I was still there, observing calmly, not frantic or scolding. Then, her gaz

e the best!"

school building, signaling five minut

tion. They were cuttin

houting, Jessi' s crocodile tears when she was inevitably too late for the main check-

me, I w

unced, rummaging in her oversized tote ba

ightly colored charm bracelets, the k

ute? We all ha

t was new. Or perhaps a detail I' d for

immediately. "A

cooed, eagerly ta

called out, her voice dripping with fals

ive laugh escaping me. "No, thank you,

ying to be nice, Ms. Miller. Y

downer," someone mu

g trinkets with less than five minutes to go. They were sealing their o

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“My alarm buzzed at 6:00 AM on a Saturday, a day that, in my previous life, had marked my brutal end. I was Sarah Miller, an idealistic AP History teacher who poured her soul into ungrateful students, but that version of me was buried under crushing betrayal. The memory was a raw wound: my star student, Ethan Vance, and the school's perpetually problematic queen bee, Jessi King, conspired to murder me after I urged them to take responsibility for their SATs. They meticulously staged my death as a suicide, claiming I succumbed to guilt after Jessi "missed" her crucial exam due to my harsh insistence on timing. Jessi, the manipulative mastermind, then became a media darling, showered with sympathy and a full scholarship, while my parents, honest and respected figures on the School Board, were relentlessly cyberbullied by her lies. Within a year, they died heartbroken, their spotless reputations in tatters, a consequence I painfully witnessed from a horrifying space between lives. The profound injustice burned as I heard Jessi's cold, clear voice gloating, "She and her parents got what they deserved. Now I get what I deserve." But then, a jolt, and I was back: 6:01 AM, the same Saturday, the same familiar scent of coffee and sliver of sunlight. This time, Sarah Miller was not the naive martyr; she was a woman reborn, cold, calculating, and armed with every chilling detail of their treachery. With a prestigious PhD and a guaranteed job offer from an international school in Geneva safely secured, my priority was no longer their future, but my and my parents' escape from their toxic world. This time, I would watch them sow their own destruction, because the idealistic fool was gone, replaced by someone who would ensure Jessi King got exactly what she deserved.”
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