My college roommate from four years ago, Anna, is getting married and asked us to be her bridesmaids. We had to pay for our own travel, accommodation, and bridesmaid dresses. And there was no traditional red envelope given to thank us for our help. The day before the wedding, we arrived at her rural hometown at 6 AM to help set up the bridal suite. The next evening, right after the wedding wrapped up, we had to find our own way out of the countryside. Thinking about our supposed "sisterhood," the three of us still showed up like absolute suckers, even bringing generous cash gifts. We endured the humiliation of the vulgar, rural wedding hazing customs. And what did we get in return? She publicly referred to us as "my three maids." The groom was my ex-boyfriend from college. During the reception, we had to sit through the retelling of their "eight-year-long romantic journey." Throughout the story, Anna used all of our most embarrassing photos and awkward college moments to make herself look elegant and superior by comparison. Finally, we couldn't take it anymore and smashed the giant LED screen. That night, I woke up in my college dorm room. Anna was standing there, bragging about an expensive bottle of perfume a suitor had given her. There were four people in this dorm. Three of us had just been reborn. 01 "I told him I didn't need any perfume, but he insisted! Giving me this on Christmas Eve... do you guys think he's into me?" Anna held up the expensive bottle of perfume, posing for a selfie, her humblebrag anything but subtle. She didn't notice that the way I was looking at her had completely changed. When nobody responded, she just kept talking to herself: "This senior said his girlfriend isn't as pretty as me, and doesn't have my figure. Is he hinting at something? He even asked me out tonight, but I don't think of him that way at all." At that exact moment, my phone buzzed. My boyfriend sent me a selfie from his dorm room, followed by a $5.20 Venmo transfer. The message read: So sorry, baby. I'm stuck finishing a paper tonight and can't be with you for Christmas Eve. Once I save up some money from my part-time job, I'll buy you a real present! In the corner of his selfie, I spotted the torn wrapping paper from the exact same expensive perfume Anna was holding. The cheap audacity made me want to throw up. No wonder they had an "eight-year-long romantic journey" at their wedding. They were hooking up right now! Anna was wearing my Gucci coat and carrying my Chanel bag. She spritzed herself with my Jo Malone perfume and said, "Chloe, is your boyfriend not taking you out? I'm so jealous of you. I had plans booked for Christmas Eve a month ago. It's like these guys have never seen a pretty, rich girl before..." "I'm going to the library tonight. Take off my coat and leave my bag here. I need to use them." Anna froze. "Oh, and I forgot to mention," I continued casually, "my family has a habit of putting rubbing alcohol into expired cosmetics so nobody accidentally uses them. Which foundation and perfume did you just put on? Does your face burn?" Anna's face dropped. She frantically grabbed makeup wipes, furiously scrubbing her face, and yelled, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?! Are you trying to ruin my skin on purpose?!" I hopped down from my loft bed and stared at her coldly. "Did you ask me before you stole my stuff? Just because I didn't say anything before doesn't mean I didn't know." "Why... why are you being so mean all of a sudden? It's just a little bit of makeup." Anna rolled her eyes, put on a face mask, and headed for the door. "Well, you aren't wearing this dress, right? I'm running late, I have to go to my date." The dress she was wearing was also mine—a designer summer slip dress. Anna grabbed a winter coat but purposefully draped it over her arm instead of wearing it. She strutted through the freezing December campus, her bare shoulders exposed, her curves on full display. She tossed her long, curled hair, ensuring every guy she walked past stared. Her intentions couldn't have been more obvious. I smiled and used my phone app to remotely lock my Porsche. Sure enough, not even half an hour later, Anna kicked the dorm door open. She was completely wrapped in her winter coat, shivering violently, her lips practically purple. "What a broke loser! He actually expected me to take the bus! Taking the bus downtown for dinner?! Is he insane?!" At the exact same time, my boyfriend aggressively texted me five times in a row, asking why the Porsche wouldn't start. Before I could even reply, he FaceTimed me. The loud ringtone startled Anna. She looked over at me and was about to speak when I answered the call right in front of her. "Chloe, what the hell is your problem? Why did you lock the Porsche?" 02 Hearing my boyfriend's voice, Anna quickly looked away. But she didn't look guilty or panicked at all. Wow. So they were intentionally making a fool out of me together. "I've been driving that car for weeks, how could you just—" "Who do you think owns the car, buddy? I was in a bad mood, can't I lock my own car? I thought you were in your dorm doing homework. Why do you need to drive?" My tone was even more aggressive than his, completely catching him off guard. He stammered, "...I, I was just asking! Why are you so mad?" I saw Anna furiously pulling off my dress on the bottom bunk. I laughed and said to the screen, "Let me guess, were you planning to drive my car to take some girl out and pretend you're rich?" "Well, let me tell you a funny story. I heard about a girl going on a date tonight. She wore her roommate's clothes, carried her roommate's bag, and even used her roommate's expensive three-ply toilet paper. Am I at college to study, or am I running a charity for the homeless?" My boyfriend's face flushed bright red. He immediately hung up the call. Anna immediately snapped, "Who are you being passive-aggressive towards, Chloe? I washed the clothes before I wore them! Are you really going to hold a few pieces of toilet paper over my head? I don't owe you anything!" "Just because your boyfriend is broke and pathetic doesn't mean you get to take your anger out on your roommate! I didn't do anything to you!" Just then, Mia pushed the door open, returning from the library. As soon as she set down her thermos, Anna rushed over to her, playing the victim. "Mia, please talk some sense into her! Chloe is holding a grudge over a few sheets of toilet paper. Aren't we supposed to be sisters?" Mia remained completely expressionless and said coldly, "That's highly debatable." Mia was also reborn. After attending that disastrous wedding, her hatred for Anna ran deep. Because during the wedding slideshow, Anna had publicly displayed a photo of Mia walking around the dorm in nothing but her bra and underwear. "What... what is wrong with you guys today? You're acting so weird." Anna awkwardly sat down in her chair, trying to change the subject. "We're usually such good friends. It's like you guys took crazy pills today. Whatever, I'll let it slide. Mia, pour me a cup of hot water, I almost froze to death out there." Mia didn't even look at her. She slammed the lid onto her thermos. "If you want hot water, get it yourself. We aren't your maids." Anna froze. Her eyes instantly filled with tears. She curled up on her bed, crying, "I didn't do anything to you guys..." Girl, are you ever going to drop the princess act? You played us for fools in our past life. Do you really think we're going to put up with you this time around? Mia glanced at me, asking if I wanted to go shower, treating Anna like she didn't even exist. When we came back from the showers, Anna was sitting on her bed, happily video-chatting with someone. "...Yes, Sean, I miss you too." "Of course I'm in my dorm! It's just three of us right now, one of the girls went home for the weekend." "What's so interesting about a girls' dorm? It's just a few beds and desks. Here, I'll show you." Saying that, Anna leaned out of her bed, switched to her rear camera, and brazenly started filming the entire room. I immediately clutched my towel tightly around myself and warned her, "People are changing in here! Stop filming!" Anna kept her AirPods in, acting like she couldn't hear me, giggling and introducing the room to the guy on the phone. Mia lost it. She charged forward, hung up Anna's FaceTime call, grabbed her by the collar, and slapped her hard across the face. "Are you deaf?! People are changing, and there's underwear hanging up! Who the hell are you filming that for?!" Anna shrieked like a stepped-on cat. "Sean is my cousin! So what if I show him?!" "You're acting like anyone actually wants to see you! Even if a fat cow like you stripped naked, nobody would want to look!" 03 Mia instantly went silent. She was from the Midwest. She was 5'7" and weighed maybe 130 pounds. How on earth did that make her fat??? Her eyes, blazing with hatred, locked onto Anna. The fury practically radiated from her head. "You are utterly disgusting!" Mia was strong. She shoved Anna down onto the bed, forcefully ripped her phone from her hands, grabbed Anna's thumb, and forced it onto the scanner to unlock the phone. "What are you doing?! Why are you taking my phone?!" Mia signaled to me with her eyes. I grimly opened Anna's photo gallery. It didn't take long to find the problematic photos. There were pictures of my drying underwear, photos of our other roommate Sarah changing her clothes, and... The photo of Mia completely naked while changing. When we got to that photo, I handed the phone to Mia. Her eyes instantly went red. "That... that was an accident! I must have hit the camera button by mistake, I didn't even know I took that!" Anna stammered for a moment, then turned her head, acting tough. "What does my photo gallery have to do with you?! Stop invading my privacy! Do you know that's illegal?!" The next second, she let out a bloodcurdling scream. Mia grabbed the front of Anna's shirt and ripped it clean in half. "Are you crazy?! You fat pig, you—" Mia shoved the torn fabric into Anna's mouth to shut her up. She violently stripped Anna completely naked and threw her onto the bed. The dorm door was wide open, the hallway lights blazing. Anna turned pale as a ghost, huddling on her mattress, trembling and whimpering. "Listen to me very carefully. I have permanently deleted everything on your phone. If you ever dare to secretly film us again, I will strip you naked and throw you out the front doors of the lecture hall. Do you understand me?" Anna, crying and snotting all over herself, nodded frantically. Only then did Mia let her go, turning around to grab her laundry basket. Anna stayed curled up on the bed for a minute, recovering. Then she rapidly threw on fresh clothes, grabbed her phone, and bolted out the door. "Is she going to the RA?" I asked. "Maybe. But Mia has a stubborn streak. I'm guessing she'll escalate this all the way to the top. I wonder what will happen if this blows up?" Anna suddenly stopped in the doorway. Her fists were clenched so tight her knuckles were white, and tears were still streaming from her bloodshot eyes. I walked over with a cold smile, hooked my arm through hers, and offered some fake advice. "Come on, blowing this out of proportion is bad for everyone. Besides, we're all roommates. We're sisters, right?" Anna shot me a tearful look, a flash of calculating shrewdness hiding in her eyes. She quickly put on her best victim act. "Of course we're sisters. I just wanted to record our memories together so we'd have something to look back on after graduation. How could Mia treat me like this?" What a masterclass in gaslighting. The manipulation was so thick, it was no wonder we had all been fooled by her in our past life. "She's probably just stressed from working three jobs and is in a bad mood. Since we're all sisters, why don't you just let it go?" Anna wiped her tears and grabbed my hands, faking sincerity. "You're right. Sisters shouldn't hold grudges over small things. Mia is from the country, so she has a bad temper. I'm a well-educated city girl; I should just be the bigger person and tolerate it!" That very night, Anna sent massive paragraphs of text to our fourth roommate, Sarah, who had gone home for the weekend. The gist was: I'm being bullied and isolated in the dorm. Mia physically assaulted me. If you help me speak up, we can go to the RA together and get Mia expelled. I won't let her get away with this. Do you really think Chloe cares about you? She's so rich, she looks down on you. Do you really think Mia cares about you? She's jealous that you're a local city girl, and she curses you behind your back. You're my only true friend left. We need to stick together. Sarah read it, instantly forwarded the screenshots to me, and added three words: Is she insane? Sarah was also reborn. She was lucky enough not to have her underwear photographed, but at the wedding, Anna had shamelessly mocked her during the toasts: "So what if she grew up in the city? Both her parents are dead anyway. She's not nearly as happy as a country girl like me." 04 Sarah's parents had died in a car crash shortly after our college graduation. Because of that single, vicious comment, Sarah was the first one to throw a glass at the wedding's LED screen. Late that night, the three of us reflected deeply in our group chat about why we had let Anna manipulate us so thoroughly in our past life. We were all first-time dorm residents. We figured that living together required tolerance and compromise. Living together for four years was like gaining three new family members. If one family member had "princess syndrome," liked to take advantage of small things, and lacked a filter... well, she had flaws, but we definitely had flaws too. We decided to just tolerate it and let it go. Even after graduation, when Anna called us crying, saying she couldn't find any bridesmaids, we stepped up and played the fools. We never expected her to completely trample over all of our bottom lines at her wedding. It finally showed us exactly how garbage her character truly was. So, getting a second chance, none of us planned on letting her off the hook. The next day was Monday. During class, Anna stuck to Sarah like glue, sitting in the very back row, leaning in close, and trying to act buddy-buddy. Her intentions couldn't have been more obvious. During the lecture, my boyfriend texted me, asking why he couldn't log into my PSN account. My PSN account had every single game and expansion unlocked, so I always let him use it. After being reborn, the first thing I did was change all my passwords. I instinctively glanced over at Anna. Sure enough, she was holding her phone sideways, sitting in a pre-game lobby, waiting for someone. I pulled out my phone and logged onto my gaming account. Within a second, I received a game invite from a user named [BeNiceToAnna]. In the team chat, Anna typed: I just need one more win to rank up! Carry me, big brother! It's so nice getting to use your skins. She was even using a matching couple's avatar with my account. Absolutely disgusting. In my past life, they had flaunted this right in front of my face, and I had been completely blind to it! I joined the game, picked a character, and spent the entire match stealing her loot, stealing her kills, and intentionally getting her killed. She got so mad she almost threw her phone multiple times. But, I still carried her to a win. Anna got so excited she ran to the bathroom to send a voice memo. In her most sickeningly sweet, baby voice, she cooed, "Thank you so much for carrying me to the next rank, big brother—" Before she could finish, I kicked open her stall door and shoved my victory screen right in her face. "Does it feel good to flirt with someone else's boyfriend in a public toilet?" "Is that loser really as good as me? Can he carry you with a 12-0 streak, or can he drive a Porsche downtown to buy you dinner?" "Since you love digging through my trash so much, how about I put a dumpster on your bed so you can play in it day and night? You two are dating using my money. Am I your sugar daddy? Should I pay for your wedding and his honeymoon too?!" Anna's face turned beet red. She stood awkwardly in the stall, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and mumbled defensively, "I don't know what you're talking about... I'm just playing a game with your boyfriend, are you jealous or something..." Mia just happened to walk into the bathroom. She rushed over, her eyes wide, and asked me loudly, "What? I heard she's a homewrecker sleeping with taken guys now?" Mia rolled up her sleeves, looking ready to throw down. Anna shrieked, ducked under Mia's arm, and sprinted out of the bathroom. Sarah walked past us carrying Anna's abandoned backpack, giving us a reassuring nod. "Anna, what's wrong? Why are you running?!" Sarah chased after her, pretending to be a concerned friend. As they walked away, I smiled. Insulting someone's deceased parents is the ultimate line to cross. I knew that by trying to buddy up to Sarah, Anna was signing her own death warrant. Right then, my boyfriend called me again. Seeing I wasn't picking up, Mia bluntly asked, "Do you want me to cuss out the cheating bastard for you?" How could I let him die so easily? I had to keep him around to properly torture him. Mia stood by the sink, rubbing lotion onto her hands, advising me, "Just don't let him fool you again. I remember you two broke up senior year last time. This time, dump him early." She was working a part-time job washing dishes in a cafeteria kitchen. Her hands were red and cracked from the cold water; sometimes she could barely hold a pen. Her family lived in a deeply impoverished rural county. In this second life, she wanted to ride the wave of social media to make money. During those years, platforms like YouTube and TikTok were just beginning to explode, offering massive creator incentives. Mia was working three jobs just to save up enough money to buy a high-end camera to start vlogging. I asked her if she needed any financial help, but she confidently declined. She believed that with her future knowledge, she could definitely make money. This time around, she didn't even want to apply for the university's low-income financial aid. She wanted to leave it for students who actually needed it. We never expected that on the day the financial aid applications were announced, someone casually mentioned Mia's name in the dorm group chat. Instantly, Anna spammed the chat with four or five selfies. The caption read: I finally met a rich girl! This is the newest DJI camera, it's so cool! My roommate bought a new drone! Turns out she's been living frugally just to fund her expensive hobbies! She's so amazing! Sneaking a touch of Mia's (my roommate) new drone! [Heart] [Heart] Even though she quickly unsent the messages, a lot of people in the dorm group still saw them. She followed it up with a sticking-out-tongue emoji, acting totally innocent, saying she sent it to the wrong chat. And then she immediately posted the exact same thing on her Instagram story. I figured Mia was probably at work and hadn't checked her phone. Otherwise, she would have climbed through the screen and strangled her. The next second, a direct message from [Class President Sarah] popped up on my screen: Anna actually applied for the low-income financial aid grant. She's preparing her paperwork right now. What do you think, should we 'arrange' a little surprise for her?
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