I have a superpower. After killing someone, I can inherit their memories from the last three years. Before my SATs, I killed my genius boyfriend and got into my dream university. 1 When did I first discover this? When I was nine, my parents divorced. I was given to my mom. I loved my mom, but actually, I loved my dad more. I often secretly visited my dad to play with him. But one day, when I went to see him, I caught him kissing a woman. My parents avoided me when I was little; it was my first time seeing a man and a woman kissing. The woman's lips were so red, red like she wanted to eat someone. I felt very angry. Even at a young age, I understood that Dad had done something wrong, which was why they divorced. Dad was a bad person. I angrily ran into Dad's car and threw a lot of marbles inside. I wanted them to hurt Dad's butt, wanted the woman to fall. But the marbles got stuck under the brake pedal, causing brake failure. The woman went into a coma, and Dad died on the spot. The police checked the surveillance and found that I put the marbles in the car. But a nine-year-old child didn't understand anything and had no criminal liability. Plus, losing my father, I cried my heart out, completely broken. No one blamed me; everyone thought I was pitiful. But while crying, a lot of memories flooded into my mind. I saw the woman's face in the memories. So Dad had done bad things that early. I saw Mom and Dad arguing, saw Dad secretly taking money from home. I saw the woman and Dad entangled, saw them disgustingly intertwined. I vomited. Mom and the police thought I was crying too hard and my body couldn't take it. Only I knew, I felt disgusted. At such a young age, I saw two entangled beasts. 2 Unexpectedly, my sadness dissipated quickly. What lingered was disgust. At the same time, I realized my uniqueness. Little me dared not speak, grown-up me didn't want to speak. As I slowly grew up, I realized what this ability meant. In middle school, I was in the same class as the neighbor's girl, Zoey. We were very close. We went to school and back together, inseparable even to the bathroom. Teachers jokingly called us Siamese twins. Zoey didn't have a great personality, but she was very pretty, much prettier than me. I sometimes heard people say, this is the princess and her little follower. I didn't care much, but Zoey was always very proud. I think this is one of the reasons she had such a good relationship with me. People are always most unwilling to be outshone by those close to them. Zoey liked the feeling of suppressing me, which in a way also showed that she truly treated me as a close person. I was very good to Zoey, so good that she couldn't leave me. Zoey's grades were always better than mine, except for English. So I always wrote Zoey's English homework for her, neatly. For small quizzes, as the English class representative, I helped the teacher grade papers in the office. At these times, I would secretly change a few answers for Zoey and add some points. Until this matter was discovered by the teacher. The English teacher didn't blame me for changing grades but blamed Zoey instead. The English teacher always disliked the pretty and dressy Zoey, plus her English grades were indeed poor, so the teacher disliked her even more. "All day long, your mind isn't on studying, but on these crooked ways!" "A girl like you won't have a future." Zoey's eyes turned red instantly. She pushed the desk with a bang and ran out of the classroom. The English teacher snorted disdainfully at first, but seeing Zoey didn't return for a long time, she got scared something might happen. She lectured for a while, then impatiently asked me to go check on Zoey. I knew where Zoey was. She was in the utility room next to the pantry on the third floor. Every time Zoey encountered something unhappy, she would hide there. I gently opened the door of the utility room, squeezed in, and shrank next to Zoey. Zoey didn't look at me, and I didn't look at Zoey. I understood her; she didn't want me to see her in such a state. After sitting for a while, Zoey spoke. "I don't like Mrs. Crabtree." Mrs. Crabtree was our English teacher's name. "I don't like Mrs. Crabtree either." I said, sharing her hatred. Hearing my childish words, she couldn't help but smile. "Let's go back." "Okay." Zoey and my relationship got better and better. 3 But sometimes I had to admit that learning is a matter of talent. I tried hard, but I really had no talent for studying. Zoey and I stayed together every day, spending almost the same amount of time studying. But Zoey's grades were getting better and better, steadily rising in all subjects, even English was about to surpass me. Sometimes she would actively offer to tutor me, but I couldn't understand at all. Mom would often compare me with Zoey. I didn't want to disappoint Mom. I only had Mom. Seeing my grades not ideal, I was a little anxious. A vague, dark thought also appeared in my brain. What if I killed Zoey? If I killed Zoey, then I would have Zoey's memories of middle school for these three years. There are many things you shouldn't think about. Once a thought appears in your brain, it lingers. I had an idea. Just last year, the school installed new air conditioners with very good cooling effects. Many seniors cursed jokingly that the school installed AC as soon as they graduated. Zoey was short and always sat in the first or second row. And I sat in the fifth or sixth row. Summer was approaching, and the school also turned on the AC one after another. I often shouted that it was so hot, then walked to Zoey's desk during breaks. While talking to Zoey, I would very naturally set the AC to 60 degrees Fahrenheit with high wind. When the class bell rang, I would leave. Sometimes Zoey remembered to adjust it back, sometimes not. So Zoey often blew cold wind for a whole class. A few days ago, I went shopping with Zoey. I said Mom asked me to stock up on some cold medicine and asked if she needed any. "Why buy cold medicine in the summer?" "My mom said I blow AC at home and in the classroom, and sweat outside. The temperature difference indoors is large, easy to catch a cold. She told me to buy some medicine just in case." Zoey hesitated, thought it made sense, and bought the same medicine as me. Seeing Zoey blowing her nose and saying she had a headache. I knew my chance had come. After school, Zoey and I walked home together as usual. "Let's go sit on the lawn by the riverbank for a while." I suggested. 4 We often went there to relax and chat on the way home from school. This wasn't strange. I pulled Zoey forward, specifically choosing a place captured by the nearby convenience store's surveillance. I asked Zoey to open her backpack. Zoey opened it and saw two bottles of alcohol inside, looking like high-proof ones. She took the alcohol out of her bag. "Ta-da! My surprise for you!" "We're about to become high schoolers. Don't you want to try?" I turned sideways, covering my mouth with my hair. I understood Zoey. She was a girl with a bit of rebellion in her bones. Zoey's parents were always strict with her. She just didn't have the chance for deviant things, but she always yearned for them. Zoey held the alcohol and handed one bottle to me. I turned around, making a look of sudden regret and fear. I waved my hand. "Maybe forget it? Zoey, will your parents be angry?" Hearing this, Zoey got even more excited. "It's okay, just try it!" I made a hesitant expression until Zoey forcefully handed one bottle to me. We talked a lot. We talked about recent exams, about the future, about the annoying English teacher, and about the evening sunset. She apologized to me. She said sometimes she couldn't help but treat me as a little follower. She said I was her best friend, forever. I said yes. Seeing the time was about right, I patted Zoey's shoulder and said we should go home. I didn't drink much alcohol. Several times bringing it to my mouth were actually just light sips. Zoey looked a bit drunk, stumbling when standing up. I asked beforehand. Zoey's mom had to work overtime recently, and her dad had the night shift. Zoey was alone at home. I looked at Zoey. "Zoey, bye-bye." "See you tomorrow." "By the way." I smiled at her. "You have a bit of a cold today. Remember to take cold medicine when you go back." Zoey nodded with a smile too. Under the sunset glow, her eyes seemed to hold gentle flames. I calmly returned home, had dinner with Mom, finished homework as usual. Then fell asleep peacefully. The next morning, I had a splitting headache. I found more memories in my brain. I knew I succeeded.
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