As I read through her introduction, I realized, she may be pretty cool after all. But whether or not she thinks I am, it's definitely a very low chance of that being the case. She says she has….THREE BROTHERS? I don't know why, but that's pretty cool! I can tell she loves them by how she writes about them. She sounds kind. Apparently they all have an obsession for motorcycles. That's pretty cool, but I am gonna have to tell straight up, I'm…

"You're a chicken sissy!" I remember before I died, Lena always called me that. She wasn't always wrong, but she never let me get away with it. Especially since she was right. I was always honest about it though.

As I finish reading her letter, I snatch up some pieces of paper on my desk. I went to put my pencil to the paper and felt a sudden need to panic.

WHAT THE HECK DO I EVEN SAY?!

I always struggled with having casual conversations with people in my past life. Girls bullied me relentlessly because I wore what was comfortable and pretty instead of just pretty. Boys steered clear because I carried the stigma of the quiet girl who always had her nose in a book instead of a girl who flirted just for attention.

It almost started happening again in this life too. I handled it differently though.

*flashback*

"Hey look, it's Miss Manga!" Some popular girls said loud enough for me and everyone else to hear. I looked up from my book as they laughed. But they suddenly stopped when I didn't say anything. I stared at them like the pathetic mean girls they are.

Apparently saying nothing and adding a look pisses off jerks. Who knew?

The leader of these mean girls threw a smirk at me while saying, "You know what? You're just jealous because everyone knows your just a loner freak with no friends. Not even any of the guys will come near you!"

Her team of hyenas started laughing as if on cue, but without missing a beat, I responded, "Classless losers always flock to other classless losers."

The silence was so loud, I swear my sentence echoed on the dang walls. Maybe I went too far?

The main girl started approaching me with the "I'm gonna teach you a lesson you stupid cow."

Before she started, I spoke up "look, if you're going to hit me, hit me for real. I don't do cat fights."

That was my problem in my last life. I didn't want to hurt anyone. So I got hurt. I got slapped around, pushed into walls, and beverages poured on my head. All because I didn't want to hurt anyone. But this time…

I'm not holding back. Especially since I warned her and she didn't listen.

Like a normal girl, she grabbed a fitful of my hair on the top of my head. She went to yank, but before she could, I slammed my hand over hers, holding it in place.

"I warned you." Since she grabbed my hair in that perfect spot, I could hold her there while I rabbit punch her a couple times.

*End Flashback*

Since I did that, I am still a loner. But I am a loner who doesn't get pushed around. The loner part though…I clench my fists. Surely Emma must be different. Not everyone is a jerk. So I am going to be the only way I want to be from now on. Kind and honest.

I start writing my reply. What's the worst that could happen?