My dormmate, Summer Lodge, always uses heavy-duty electrical appliances to cook in our dorm. I kindly remind her that it's a fire hazard and that she'll get a demerit if the college finds her out, but she snaps at me and tells me to mind my own business.

One day, her oven bursts into flames and burns one of our dormmates—the daughter of an affluent family—to death. When the college investigates the matter to apportion the blame, Summer and another dormmate push the blame on me.

I'm expelled and cyberbullied. My dead dormmate's boyfriend even comes after me for revenge. He shoves me and my family into the furnace at a crematorium.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day when Summer decides to make a meal with the oven.

An old oven in a corner was emitting wisps of smoke. Summer Lodge and Jean Starr discussed where they wanted to buy groceries. I was dazed when I saw this familiar scene.

"We're going to the market, Michelle. Touch my oven, and I'll ensure you don't get behavior points this semester," Summer threatened.

Her words jolted me back to reality. I hurriedly turned on the voice recorder on my phone and ran over to the oven to unplug it. Then, I grabbed it and ran out of the dorm.

"Have you lost your mind, Michelle? Why are you taking my oven?" Summer ran after me and grabbed my arm.

"I'm handing it over to the resident assistant!" I raised my voice, attracting the attention of the other students. "You're breaking the rules by using forbidden electrical appliances in the dorm, Summer! Can you bear the consequences if a fire breaks out?"

Summer was taken aback. Then, her expression turned ugly. "How is it any of your business if I'm cooking in the dorm? I'm not the only one, am I? Why don't you become a firefighter or police officer if you're so righteous and upstanding?"

She snatched the oven back and looked at the people watching us. She snapped, "Mind your own business! Or do you want your points docked?"

Summer was the vice president of the student council. She was in charge of checking the cleanliness of the dorms and ensuring there were no contraband electrical appliances.

The grades she gave for these things would be counted toward the students' overall grades. That, in turn, would affect one's chances for scholarships and their overall placement.

She liked to abuse her power and lord it over everyone. Everyone hated her but didn't dare to offend her. In my past life, I was like that, too.

When Summer checked the dorms and found students using high-power electrical appliances, she reported and confiscated them. Even when the students pleaded for mercy, she didn't give in.

She would always say, "I can't do anything about it. It's the college's rules. You can get the dean to change the rules if you're against them."

Yet she herself used various high-power electrical appliances in our dorm, including an electric cooker, oven, hairdryer, and even radiator.

My father used to be a firefighter and had always taught me to be aware of fire hazards. So, whenever Summer used these appliances, I would tell her not to because they were dangerous.

She would repeatedly tell me off, saying I was sticking my nose where it wasn't needed. Because of that, we'd never been on good terms.

I'd reported Summer to the resident assistant once. The latter had agreed to look into the matter, but Summer had heard about it that afternoon. She and a few student council members had locked me in the dorm and taught me a lesson. She'd even warned me to watch my back.

From then on, I had no choice but to turn a blind eye to the matter.

Today, however, I was acting so boldly because of my rebirth. In my past life, on this very day, Summer and Jean had gone to the market after putting something to cook in the oven. I'd gone out with a friend to buy some things.

When I returned, the dorm was already on fire. Summer had been terrified at the sight of the flames. She'd muttered to Jean, "How could this happen? Nothing's ever gone wrong with that oven."

Jean was more terrified than her. She'd trembled all over. "I-I don't know. Maybe it wasn't the oven."

After the fire had been extinguished, the firefighters had carried a charred body out of our dorm. It belonged to Adeline Gray, another one of our dormmates.

Adeline was the daughter of an affluent family; her boyfriend was the son of the city's richest man. That night, Adeline passed away from the burns. The firefighters had also determined that the cause of the fire was the oven.

Adeline had been soundly asleep in the dorm after taking some flu medication. She'd only woken up when the flames were licking her skin. So, she'd burned to death.

The college administration took Summer, Jean, and me in for questioning. I didn't expect the other two to blame me. Even the resident assistant acted as a witness and claimed that she'd confiscated many electrical appliances from me.

I had no evidence to show that the oven belonged to Summer, and the college administration didn't believe a word I said. I'd been expelled and forced to compensate the college for the damage, which totaled several hundred thousand dollars.

I thought the college hadn't called the cops on me because they didn't want news of the fire and Adeline's death to spread. In truth, it was because Adeline's boyfriend had forced them to keep the news under wraps. He'd lost his mind after Adeline's death and wanted revenge.

After I was expelled and went home, he'd abducted me and my family before throwing us into a crematorium furnace. The temperature was high enough to burn us to crisps.

The memory made me feel like the fire was still eating away at me, but I couldn't help shuddering.

I was causing such a fuss and attracting so much attention so I could create some witnesses for my case. This was far from enough, though.

I ran to the first floor and knocked on Jocelyn's door. "Jocelyn, something's wrong!"

I had to knock for a full minute before Jocelyn showed up. She slowly came out of the room, looking irritated. "Just spit out whatever you have to say. You don't have to knock on my door like that."

I leaned close to her. "I want to report my dormmates for using high-power electrical appliances."

Jocelyn wasn't the same resident assistant I'd reported Summer to in the past, so she didn't know who I was. The college had strict rules against students using electrical appliances, so the resident assistants had to take any of these reports seriously.

Jocelyn soon followed me upstairs. She muttered, "Honestly, these students are getting out of hand. How can they use high-power electrical appliances in the dorm? Don't they know the college is strictly against these things?"

I led Jocelyn to my dorm. She opened the door and shouted, "Who's using contraband electrical appliances?"

Summer, who was sitting on her bed and applying makeup, jumped at the noise. She accidentally drew eyeliner over her face.

When she realized what had happened, she glared at me. "How dare you report me, Michelle! Who do you think you are?"

I ducked behind Jocelyn when I saw how Summer looked like she wanted to rip me apart. I said, "I have every right to report you when you're using high-power electrical appliances. Don't you know how dangerous they are? What if a fire breaks out?"

Summer raised a hand and darted toward me. "You're just trying to pick a fight. I'll teach you a lesson right now!"

"What do you think you're doing, Summer?" Jocelyn snapped.

Summer immediately stopped and smiled awkwardly. "I wasn't—"

"Take your oven and come with me," Jocelyn said icily.

Summer had no choice but to do as told. She glared as she walked past me and snarled, "You'd better watch out."

Once she was gone, Jean looked at me icily. "Why are you such a busybody? I can't believe we're unlucky enough to have you as a dormmate."

She'd been Summer's lackey since our freshman year and liked to throw Summer's weight around to get her way.

I asked, "Is the oven yours or Summer's, Jean?"

She thought I was scared and rolled her eyes. "Summer's, of course. She won't let you off the hook even if it were mine. Just you wait."

I shrugged. Summer soon returned with her oven and plugged it in as I watched.

Then, she crossed her arms, looking smug. "To think you even dared to report me, Michelle. I bet you had no idea Jocelyn's my aunt. Listen up—getting on my bad side means getting on the student council's bad side. Your life is going to be a living hell from now on."

Of course, I knew how she and Jocelyn were related. In my past life, Jocelyn was the resident assistant who acted as a witness to back up Summer and Jean's claims that I was the one using the electrical appliances in the dorm. That was why the college administration concluded the case so soon.

And why had she done it? Because she and Summer were relatives.

I said indignantly, "You're just members of the student council. Who do you think you are, politicians? You can't kick me out of the dorm, can you?"

"Of course, I can. And that's exactly what I'll do!" My words provoked Summer. She rolled up her sleeves and dragged me to my feet.

Then, she pushed me out of the dorm and threw my pillow and blanket out. Meanwhile, Jean emptied my cupboard and threw all my things out of the dorm, including my laptop, tablet, and bank card.

I screamed, attracting attention once more. "You're crossing the line, Summer! Aren't you afraid I'll tell the counselor about this?"

Summer stuck her nose in the air. "You can tell the dean about me for all I care. Why don't you try it and see whether they believe me or you?"

She looked around at the crowd and said, "If any of you dare to help her, you'll be making an enemy out of the student council. Think twice before you do anything."

The crowd dispersed at her words. Even if they wanted to speak up for me, they no longer had the nerve to do it.

Summer was pleased by this and sneered at me. "You can sleep in the corridor tonight for all I care."

The smug look on her face and the memory of what had happened to me in my past life made my heart clench. I didn't know where I would sleep tonight, but I knew she would pay the price for this.