I was a day student at an elite private high school, and for one whole semester, I supplied breakfast for the entire class. Five-dollar gourmet breakfast burritos packed with steak and eggs, and seven-dollar artisanal bagels with smoked salmon. But when I went to collect the money at the end of the week, Sarah, the class president, threw a bagel right in my face. " The burrito truck down the street only charges five bucks. You charged us seven. You netted three grand this semester. Pay us back!" I explained that the ingredients were imported and prepared by my family's private chef. If they thought it was too expensive, I just wouldn't bring it anymore. But Sarah forced me to bring free breakfast for the whole class as an apology. On the day of the SATs, the entire class came down with severe food poisoning. Sarah accused me of poisoning them on purpose. She rallied the class, tricked me onto the rooftop, and pushed me off. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment Sarah begged me to bring breakfast. Chapter 1 "Chloe, the food in the dining hall tastes like cardboard. Can you bring me breakfast tomorrow?" "I heard the breakfast burritos outside are only ten bucks. I’ll Venmo you $10.01. That’s generous enough, right?" Hearing Sarah Jenkins’ voice again, I realized I had been reborn. In my past life, Sarah hated the school cafeteria and practically forced me to bring breakfast. For the sake of being a good classmate, I charged a symbolic five dollars. I had my family’s private chef make them fresh every morning using ingredients flown in that day. Over time, the rest of the class got jealous and begged me to bring food for them too. I figured helping one person was the same as helping a group, so I agreed. I even hired a Michelin-star chef just to handle the morning rush at my house. Forty servings a day, five dollars a pop, huge portions. I never expected that when I went to collect the money at the end of the week, Sarah would throw a burrito in my face. "Chloe Sterling, we asked you to bring food, not rip us off! You’re skimming off the top!" "The food truck down the street sells these for five bucks. You charged seven. You made at least three grand this semester. Pay us back!" I tried to explain that the ingredients were premium imports. If they thought it was pricey, I’d stop. Sarah just sneered. "So you eat fresh imported food and feed us leftovers and scraps? Is that it?" "Fine. You like showing off how rich your family is? Your punishment is bringing free breakfast for the whole class for the rest of the semester." I refused, but she threatened to report me to the Dean for embezzlement and bullying. Believing in keeping the peace, I didn't fight it. A few thousand dollars wasn't even my chef’s daily salary. So, I brought free breakfast for a semester. But one morning, I overheard girls in the bathroom. "Chloe really is a rich idiot. Free breakfast all semester? Sweet." "Sarah is a genius. If she hadn't thrown that burrito at Chloe, we wouldn't have this perk." Enraged, I stopped bringing food. On the day of the SATs, the whole class got food poisoning. Sarah claimed I had poisoned the previous meals to weaken them so they’d fail the test. They lured me to the roof and ended my life. Opening my eyes again, facing Sarah’s request, I shut her down cold. "No. If you don't want to eat at the dining hall, then starve." Chapter 2 The morning chatter stopped instantly. Everyone looked at me. They couldn't believe I rejected the Class President. Sarah’s face dropped. She raised her voice on purpose. "What? Is ten dollars not enough for you? Are you saying us boarders only deserve to eat the pig slop in the cafeteria?" The atmosphere in the room turned hostile. It was Senior Year. Most students had switched to boarding on campus to maximize study time. I was the only one whose parents insisted I remain a day student because they didn't want the dorm life to lower my standard of living. Meeting the malice in Sarah’s eyes, I remembered the heavy backpack from my past life. To carry all that food, I had switched to a $5,000 hiking pack. My back had been burned by hot foil wrappers multiple times. And what did I get for it? After they pushed me off the roof, the whole class lied to give Sarah an alibi. Thinking of this, I smiled and raised my voice too. "Sarah, be grateful for what you have. How can you call the hard work of the cafeteria staff 'pig slop'?" Before Sarah could retort, I raised my hand and called out to Mr. Henderson, our homeroom teacher, who was checking attendance at the door. "Mr. Henderson! Sarah keeps harassing me to be her personal Uber Eats driver. It’s severely affecting my studies. Can I request a seat change?" The class gasped and looked at the stern-faced teacher in the doorway. In the end, Sarah got detention. And I got moved to a seat right next to the teacher’s podium. Chapter 3 Several times, when Sarah walked past me, she “accidentally” kicked my desk. I didn't care. My goal this time was simple: Ace the SATs and get into an Ivy. At lunch, my family’s driver delivered my meal. Just as I opened it, Sarah walked in holding a greasy burrito. Seeing me, she shook the plastic bag smugly. "Plenty of people are willing to bring me food. See this? I gave Bella Martinez ten bucks, and she even added extra sausage!" "If you know what’s good for you, I can let you earn some money too. How about I give you four bucks a meal, and you bring me whatever you’re eating. Deal?" I opened the thermal bento box my driver had brought. It was a standard four-course meal. Garlic butter lobster, braised short ribs, truffle pasta, and seasonal greens. Plus a side of premium cut fruit. Sarah saw my lunch. She gulped, trying hard to look unimpressed. I laughed. "Four bucks? That wouldn't even buy the disposable container. Keep dreaming." Sarah stomped her foot. "Who wants your nasty food anyway? You’re making the whole classroom smell. No class!" She ran back to her seat and aggressively bit into her burrito. Every time I took a bite of lobster, I made a satisfied sound. It made Sarah so hungry she had to go to the vending machine for a bag of chips. Chapter 4 After that, Sarah held a grudge. She demanded my homework first and checked under my desk for dust with a microscope. In the evenings, classmates would usually shove their power banks and phones at me, asking me to charge them at home and bring them back the next day. The classroom got noisy. Several boarding students crowded around me. "Chloe, can I borrow your phone to call my grandma? I forgot to pay my bill." "Me too. My dad called you last time and you didn't answer, and I got yelled at. Be more considerate, okay?" "Seriously, why are you hesitating to lend a phone? Stop acting like a princess." I smiled faintly. "Then don't borrow it. If you can't afford your phone bill, don't make calls." My words instantly made the sensitive girl, Emily, burst into tears. She sobbed. "I know, I'm on a scholarship, and you look down on me. But I work just as hard as you." "You're the only one who dares to sneak a phone into class. I didn't report you because we're classmates, and this is how you treat me?" It was funny. She ignored all the students in the back row who had phones. I only brought mine because students couldn't contact their families easily, and I wanted to help. Now, it was my fault. Sarah jumped in to fan the flames. "Chloe, how can you use money to humiliate your classmates?" "Apologize right now and give her the phone! I've never seen a rich person be so stingy." I spread my hands. "Well, you're seeing one now." "Anyway, I didn't bring it. You're wasting your breath." I ignored the crying Emily. As soon as the study hall bell rang, I packed my bag and left. Sarah blocked my path, switching to a pitiful face. "Chloe, I was too harsh just now. Forgive me. Can you please bring your phone tomorrow for everyone to use?" "We only get to go home once a month. Someone like you who lives in a mansion every night doesn't understand the pain of not seeing family." The classmates nodded, praising Sarah for being adaptable. They whispered about how I had money but no heart.
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