Chapter 1

The day my SAT scores came out, several Ivy League admissions officers showed up at my house, all competing to recruit me.

My high school teacher, Ms. Peyton -- a woman who worshiped male students -- deliberately said when she learned I'd gotten a perfect SAT score:

"Jenna, I'm so happy for you! I can't believe you actually slept your way to getting the test answers and still managed a perfect score! Oh my, I'm just joking. It slipped out. Don't mind me. Just tell me quietly -- how many test writers did you sleep with this time?"

In my past life, I cried and explained that I'd studied hard for the exam myself.

She sneered: "Right, right, you studied for it yourself. If you didn't seduce male teachers and get the answers ahead of time, then why are you so upset right now?"

That statement made the Harvard and Stanford admissions officers suspicious, and they rejected my application on the spot.

In the end, I wasn't accepted by any university. Three years of hard work went down the drain, and I eventually died from depression.

Meanwhile, the male student Ms. Peyton favored most stole my admission spot.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the Ivy League admissions officers came to school.

Without hesitation, I chose to call the police: "Officer, I've been assaulted, and the witness is my high school teacher."