"Marvel's Princess Becomes the King"

Every few days, Bella would contact the survivors of Flight 180 through MSN. She never forgot the number 40. It matched the story of Noah's Ark in the Bible, where it rained for forty days and nights. In scripture, this number symbolized death.

In other words, forty days after the crash, the so-called Grim Reaper would start killing again coming for every single survivor who had escaped death the first time.

Whether he would kill them in seat order or follow some other pattern was unknown. Bella only knew one thing: she had to stop it. That was her true conviction.

The month-long vacation passed quickly. When Charlie saw that she had stepped out of her depression and was even in a surprisingly good mood, he began urging her to go back to school.

Four years of high school, then college—that was what many parents here expected for their children.

Bella was looking forward to college as well. At this point in time, the internet was still in its infancy. Many resources couldn't be found online, and the only way to learn them was to go to a university library.

If she wanted to expand her knowledge and strengthen her mental world, she had to attend college.

Over the past month, Bella had been reviewing her books. Thanks to her psychic abilities, her memory was excellent; everything she had studied in her previous life came flooding back.

After a quick review and reading her textbooks twice over, she was confident that the SAT or ACT would be no problem.

But test scores only accounted for a third of a college application. Homework, lab work, class participation, and attendance were all graded too.

Colleges also assessed whether students engaged in extracurricular activities—sports, arts, science, community work, and even volunteer service. Some schools even required a certain number of community service hours or part-time jobs.

Part-time jobs were one thing. But volunteer work?

Like… building houses for African Americans?

Bella was speechless. What's wrong with the U.S. Department of Education? Are they all idiots? I didn't travel through time just to build houses for someone else! They should be building houses for me instead!

No wonder the original Bella had chosen to get married at eighteen and turn into a vampire. With her terrible social skills, she never had a shot at college!

Now, though, Bella planned to turn things around. She was still a bit late, but she intended to use the Flight 180 incident to make a name for herself.

Saving people was her true goal, but becoming famous didn't contradict it in the slightest.

American universities loved celebrities. Their standards for famous applicants were ridiculously low. Even if you didn't do any community service—or even burned down a few houses—they'd still look the other way.

One month after the Flight 180 crash, Bella officially began her school life at Forks High School.

The school only had 357 students—Bella made it 358.

Forks had all the characteristics of a small American town: closed off and isolated. If there were ghosts, aliens, or a secret evil cult running the place, the outside world wouldn't know for weeks.

The kids here had grown up together. So had their parents. And probably their grandparents.

Everyone knew everyone. So, when a girl like Bella came in from the city, rejection was inevitable.

With only 300-something students, Forks High didn't have things like school buses or uniforms.

Over the past month, Bella had passed by the school a few times, but this was her first time stepping inside.

Forks High sat right next to the highway. If you didn't know it was a school, you'd never guess from the outside.

A few trees and bushes stood beyond a short wall, and inside were rows of brown brick buildings. Call it "nostalgic" if you wanted to be kind, but the truth was… it looked run-down.

Charlie had already handled her transfer paperwork. All Bella had to do was show up.

In the administrative office, she picked up her class schedule and a map of the school.

The woman at the desk—a middle-aged teacher—was so friendly it actually made Bella uncomfortable.

She went through Bella's schedule, marking every classroom on the map, adding numbered labels and even drawing arrows from one to the next—like Bella was too dumb to figure it out herself.

Bella was speechless. She didn't feel like a high school student. She felt like a preschooler on her first day of kindergarten.

What kind of terrible reputation had the original Bella left behind here? The teacher's politeness wasn't warmth. It was the kind of cautious distance people gave to troublemakers.

I'll help you so you don't bother me later. That was the vibe.

Bella sighed. Her predecessor's terrible social skills were really haunting her.

In the morning, she collected her books and attended an English class.

Yes, they had English class here, but it was more like a literature class—endless reading comprehension and text analysis.

That was when Bella realized her English wasn't good enough.

The teacher immediately jumped into Wuthering Heights. Bella had heard of it before, but as soon as the teacher started talking about a specific passage, she was completely lost.

Where was that passage? Who were these characters?

She flipped through the book front to back, then back to front, and finally had to ask her desk mate before she found the right page.

Her dreams of dominating Forks High School were shattered before lunch. She had way too much catching up to do.

In the afternoon came the one class loved by students everywhere: PE.

But because Forks High didn't have many teachers, PE here was extreme—they had four periods of it in a row!

The boys played basketball, the girls played volleyball, and the PE teacher basically said, "Forget studying. Let's just have fun."

"What?! Four years of PE classes?!" Bella asked the girls in the locker room, shocked.

That's when she learned Forks High had a strict requirement: PE all four years of high school.

Her previous school didn't do this, and when she first arrived in this world, she'd looked it up—most schools in Arizona only required two years of PE, with the rest of the time spent studying or doing extracurricular activities.

Four years of PE was insane! How was anyone supposed to get into college if their heads were empty from all that playing around?!

But Bella didn't complain. She knew that if she got labeled as a "nerdy bookworm," she'd be ostracized immediately.

Fine. PE it was.

Get ready to be destroyed, everyone.