My Second Life Reclaiming Every Diamond
Language: en
The help’s daughter stole my mother’s vintage jewelry to pass out to her classmates, calling it "restorative justice." In my first life, I called the police. She fainted from the sheer drama of it. The school heartthrob and a mob of students formed a human shield around her, claiming I’d promised the pieces as a donation. They turned on me, calling me a liar, a materialistic snob, a girl who cared more about diamonds than human struggle. They shoved me, screaming, until I was pushed past the school gates and directly into the path of an out-of-control semi-truck. The last thing I felt was…