Chapter 4: Breaking Fate's Script

“Marissa, say something!” everyone urged.

She stammered, “Hel-hello.”

…

So polite!

“What the heck was that?!”

“She barges into his room at night just to say ‘hello’? Marissa, come on!”

“She’s nervous!” I defended her. “Just say anything.”

Marissa, desperate, blurted, “Hi, can you send me to the convent?”

We were all stunned. Even though we wanted to move the plot, this was way too direct!

“Convent?” Henry lit a candle, grabbed Charlotte’s chin. “You want to leave me? Charlotte, you’ll never leave.”

The chin kid howled, “I feel so gross…”

Marissa: “What now?”

A bunch of us blanked.

Ms. Bennett said, “Tell him, false imprisonment is illegal.”

We all told her to hush. Even in a crisis, Ms. Bennett couldn’t help but lecture.

We tried to crawl away, but Henry barked, “Stop.”

We froze.

He grabbed Charlotte’s hair, yanking her up. “Stand up. Look at me.”

The hair kid: “Ow, ow, ow…”

“Should we stand up?” the left leg asked.

“Let’s do it, can’t crawl forever,” the troublemaker said.

“Okay, on three. One, two, three—up!”

The four lower limb kids worked together, and finally, the heroine shakily stood up. It was like watching a baby giraffe take its first steps.

The leg kids teared up: “We did it! We did it!”

First time since transmigrating, the heroine stood before Henry.

“Anything to say?” Henry asked, eyes narrowed.

Marissa: “What should I say?”

“Anyone ever been in love? Advice!”

Upper arm: “Me. Say nothing, just go kiss him.”

“Shut up.”

Ms. Bennett: “Upper arm, you dated? With who?”

“It was me!” small intestine kid said. “Ms. Bennett, still against high school dating?”

Ms. Bennett: “Small intestine, how could you?!”

Small intestine: “You look down on my upper arm? Eat crap!”

She started squirming, and the class president and Ms. Bennett begged for mercy.

Marissa and I intervened: “Settle down, we’re in crisis mode.”

Before we could think of what to say, the legs lost control and the heroine toppled into Henry’s arms.

He caught her, sneering, “So you came to throw yourself at me? The proud Miss Charlotte climbing into my bed?”

He complained but picked her up and carried her to the bed.

“Fine, I’ll favor you tonight,” he muttered.

We all froze. After a moment, Ms. Bennett said, “Is he going to…?”

Obviously.

Ms. Bennett was outraged. “You’re all kids! As long as I’m here, you won’t!”

She yelled, “Move!”

We were about to, but her shout silenced us.

Henry leaned down to kiss the heroine’s mouth.

“Help!” Marissa screamed. “He’s going to kiss me, my first kiss!”

“Protect Marissa, everyone move!” I yelled.

To save her, we made the body thrash—face twisted, mouth open, limbs flailing.

“Tsk, such trouble.” Henry wasn’t fazed, just grabbed two belts and tied the heroine’s hands and feet.

We couldn’t move.

“What now?” Marissa was in tears.

Ms. Bennett shouted, “Class president, move the large intestine, poop!”

We never thought Ms. Bennett, who hated being the butt, would choose that to save Marissa’s first kiss. We were touched. Sometimes, even the strictest teachers surprise you.