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Maybe it was the hate and rage I felt when I
died, but I went back to being fifteen. One
hour before I saved my brother.
I looked at Ashley and smirked. “Sure, I’ll go with you.”
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I was going to watch Liam get turned into
roadkill.
Ashley, expecting a fight, squealed. “I knew
you were the best, Harper!”
Ashley was a good friend. In the past, she was consumed by guilt after suggesting the bakery that led to my accident. She was
always there for me, and she encouraged me to pursue business.
She was just a pawn in Liam’s game. Ashley‘ was obsessed with sweets, after all.
I spent the whole class spacing out, lost in my head.
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Was my past life a dream, or was it real?
The bell snapped me back. I followed Ashley
toward the bakery.
Normally, you wouldn’t see a semi in
downtown Manhattan, especially not on a
busy street like Bleecker.
If a truck shows up this time, then it was real,
I’d truly been reborn.
This time, I got there first and waved at Liam,
who was standing by the curb.
He gave me that look that said, I knew you’d
come.
I forced down the hate and smiled. “Hey,
Liam! What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to get some cupcakes for everyone. This place is supposed to be amazing,” he said.
I finally noticed how pathetic his lies were.
Mom and I were dancers, we didn’t eat junk food. Dad spent all his time at the office. And Liam never touched sweets, they made him break out.
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The whole thing was staged.
Before I could say anything, there was a
scream. A semi barreled toward us.
That was the moment, last time, when I
shoved him. Then, I got hit, then the truck ran over my legs. I lost everything.
This time, I jumped back. I dodged the truck
with ease.
Years of dance had made me strong and
agile, with lightning reflexes. The truck missed me by a hair.
Liam, looking shocked, got thrown three
yards. The truck crushed his legs. He passed
out instantly.
He was luckier than me. It only took out his
lower legs and knees. Last time, it got my whole thighs.
The driver cut the engine and started calling
911, looking like he expected this.
He even got out to check on us, pretending to
be nervous, like he wasn’t about to flee.
But when he saw that he hadn’t hit me, but
Liam, his face went from calm to terrified. His hands shook.
I looked at Liam’s mangled legs and wanted
to laugh.
