Dear Sister, Next Life I’m Yours Chapter 2

Scarlett was a bit unhappy. "Our apartment is perfectly fine, why do you want to live at school?"

"It's easier to study. You work late, and you don't come home on time every day. I get hungry."

That explanation silenced her, and she eventually agreed.

But Richard was displeased. "Why live at school? Come back and play on the weekends!"

His hand, a little too close for comfort, was about to land on my head when Victoria slapped it away.

Fearing they'd argue, I quickly grabbed my backpack and ran inside.

After that, I'd go back once a week. Scarlett's apartment still kept a room for me.

But gradually, more things started appearing in the room.

I didn't think much of it; I only slept there one night before going back to school, and it was her apartment anyway.

Until a new student transferred to our class. She was from my old hometown.

Seeing her, my heart filled with dread, but she still cornered me.

"Brooke, it really is you! You and your sister came here?"

"Is your sister still someone's mistress?"

After saying that, she deliberately clapped her hand over her mouth, feigning shock. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to! I really forgot!"

All the other students looked over. In that instant, my blood rushed to my head.

And the real culprit, Brittany, just stood there, smug and unafraid. "Oh, Brooke, don't look at me like that, you're scaring me!"

Classmates crowded around. "Brittany, is that true? Is her sister really a mistress?"

"Oh my god, I never would've guessed. No wonder she was dropped off in a fancy car on the first day of school!"

"A mistress's sister will probably become a mistress too!"

I clenched my fists. Brittany continued, "Don't say anything more, or she'll just transfer schools again!"

"After all, a mistress isn't exactly a good person!"

I looked up at her. "And what about you? Why did you transfer? In elementary school, you stole things and the principal made you apologize under the flag. Now you've transferred, could it be your old school couldn't stand you anymore?"

Brittany's face suddenly changed. "Brooke, what's so great about you? Your sister has stolen more than just one! And you? You're probably your sister's kid!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"Everyone says you're your sister's little... bastard!"

The words had barely left her mouth when I couldn't take it anymore. I lunged at her, slapped her, grabbed her hair, and fought like my life depended on it!

Eventually, the teacher separated us.

"Brooke! Brittany, what are you doing?!"

"Teacher, she hit me first!"

Brittany was crying hysterically.

I wiped a streak of blood from my face and said coldly, "Teacher, she has a nasty mouth!"

I stared fiercely at Brittany. She stopped crying, but eventually, parents were called.

Brittany's mom arrived, looking at me with disdain. "Brooke! You little stray, how dare you hit my daughter!"

"Mom, she hurt me so much!" Brittany shrieked. "Mom, hit her! Kill her!"

I didn't get angry; instead, I laughed. "You know I don't have a mom anymore, just a sister. And she's a mistress, so technically, I have nothing!"

Brittany froze for a moment. Her mom's face went from pale to flushed with anger, finally roaring, "No matter what, you have to apologize!"

My sister didn't come. Victoria did. After hearing what happened, Victoria pointed at Brittany. "You apologize first! Who told you to be so foul-mouthed?! Calling my little sister a mistress's bastard, huh?!"

"I'm calling the police right now to report you for defamation! Do you have any proof? If not, I'll sue you into oblivion!"