I came back and sent my mother to a mental hospital

The poor student sponsored by my mother is pretending to be me at school.

At the crowded school gates, she beat me to the punch, slipping smoothly into the backseat of our car. Then, loud enough for everyone to hear, she called out to me:

"I know we're close, and it feels weird to make a big deal out of this."

"But, we don't live in the same direction. You can't keep bumming rides from me, taking advantage of our friendship to get my family's driver to take you home."

Her words drew stares and whispers from the surrounding students, their eyes filled with judgment.

In the past, I would have blushed crimson, unsure how to react.

But luckily, I had just been reborn.

So, in front of everyone, I yanked her out of the car without a shred of hesitation, climbed in, and spat in her face.

"Living the good life for a few days has really gone to your head, hasn't it?"

"‘Your family's driver’? Let's see if he dares to listen to you if you call him that again."

The noise of the crowd died down as my icy words hung in the air. I gave a disgusted glance at Bethany White, her uniform disheveled after I dragged her out of the car, and didn't utter another word.

I slammed the car door shut and told the driver to go.

Outside, Bethany, recovering from the shock, pounded on the car door, her usual entitled demeanor returning. She ordered me to open the door.

"Miss, this isn't right," the driver said, turning to me with a troubled look.

"Not right?"

I sneered. Bethany wanted me to open the door? Fine, I'd oblige.

I unlocked the door when she wasn't looking. As she finally yanked it open, I leaned back slightly and kicked the door shut with all my might.

Bethany didn't have time to react. The door slammed into her head, sending her sprawling.

"Ow!" A shriek of pain ripped through the air.

I leaned against the car door, watching with detached amusement as she lay on the ground, blood welling up on her arms and legs, a rapidly swelling bump forming on her forehead.

"Melissa Miller!" Bethany screamed my name, her eyes blazing.

Even now, she couldn't resist twisting the truth. "I wasn't saying I wouldn't ever give you a ride home again! Even if we're friends, you can't just keep freeloading! This is my family's car! This is way out of line!"

"Out of line?" I pointed at myself with a sardonic laugh.

"You asked me to open the door, and I did, didn't I? You're the one who didn't move out of the way. I should be accusing you of faking an injury."

"And since when did words become free currency? You say this is your family's car? Prove it. Open your eyes and take a good look. Do you even recognize the make of this car? Wearing nice clothes for a few days doesn't make you the owner."

I stopped wasting my breath on her, closed the door again, and told the driver to drive.

Seeing the pity in the driver's eyes as he watched Bethany crying outside, my expression hardened instantly.

"Mr. Davis, don't forget who pays your salary. When my dad gets back, I'll ...