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.]

[August 18th, 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.