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Claia had once read a novel which was about two people who exchanged souls. Now she thought about it. However she immediately shook her head and said in her heart it was impossible. She couldn't have exchanged souls with Diora. Such a thing is impossible. Something must be wrong.

However, when she considered that now she was dreaming, it was also strange. She was already pinching her skin until she winced in pain. Even though it was like that, he still couldn't believe it. All this made him very confused.

"Diora and her friends who insult other people, how can I call it a dream if I take those scenes as reality to the point that I hate these people like I hate Tiara and her friends," thought Claia.

"What should I do now?" Claia wondered uneasily.

"Babe, come on I'll take you home!"

When Jethro was about to touch her again, Claia panicked and decided to leave the cafe. Apart from hating Jethro because the boy is no different from Tiara's friends who like to make fun of him, she also has another reason. She was traumatized by boys because she was harassed by some of Tiara's friends.

Diora's sudden departure shocked all her friends. Some of them immediately chased Diora. Including Jethro.

Claia ran along the side of the road and nimbly avoided the people on foot. Someone scolds him not to run around. Originally she ran for a while already exhausted because of her weak body condition. But this time she felt she could survive, maybe because of Diora's body.

Diora's friends did not stop chasing and calling her. Claia decided to enter a narrow alley and hide behind a large trash can. There are several small alleys. She hoped they would get confused about which alley to enter.

"Hope they can't find me," Claia whispered.

Claia curled up, hiding her face in her knees. Her eyes immediately filled with tears when she remembered her parents.

"Mama, dad, I want to meet you. There's no way that I'm actually Diora and you guys are just a dream. I want to go home!"

Claia closed her eyes tightly. A few seconds passed as she thought about what she should do. She wanted to tell Diora's friends that she wasn't Diora but she felt that she couldn't say it now.

She had heard the voices of her friend Diora asking people about his whereabouts. And now it seems they have given up. However, suddenly her cell phone rang many times and at the same time she heard the sound of an airplane. Claia looked up and watched the airplane.

"Whoa!" she whispered in surprise.

She had never seen an airplane fly this close before. Then she realized the sound of trains and skyscrapers was very clear.

"Where is this?" she thought.

Claia was sure she wasn't in her village right now. The village is not as busy as this, there are no tall buildings, only a few shops, trees grow along the roadside, rivers are everywhere, there is no sound of trains, and vehicles such as cars and motorbikes rarely pass by. It's not the city either. In her city there are not that many high-rise buildings and there are no high-rise streets.

Claia stood up and then walked out of hiding after making sure that Diora's friends were not chasing her. But Diora's phone was still ringing. She was sure it was messages and calls from them. She watched the people passing by. Her very pretty face made many people pay attention to her. Claia looked around until she stopped in front of a shop. She read the inscription on the front glass of the shop.

Aeven.

"It's..."

Claia remembered. She had studied it in school about all the provinces in this country. And in a province there is a city called Aeven. This province is more advanced than where she lives.

"That means my residence also exists right?" Claia wondered.

Claia took her cell phone out of her jacket pocket. She also looked at the date. The date is the same as when she was still in her original body.

Claia then searched for information about where she lived on the internet. And... it turns out there is. Her breath rumbled.

"It seems that what I was thinking really happened. Although it's hard to believe, it seems I transmigrated into Diora's body. And just now it wasn't a dream but a memory from this body. I've read something like this in novels. Then what about Diora? Did she transmigrate too? to my body?"

Then the memories popped into her head again. The road to Diora's house, her friends, her daily life.

Diora is no different from Tiara. Even worse. If Tiara focuses only on one child, Diora is like a hunter looking for prey. Claia was instantly agitated and deeply saddened. How could she instead have to move into the body of a bully? Even though she was originally a victim of bullying.

"I still can't believe this is really happening. For now, I'll just pretend this is all a dream," thought Claia.

"Let's think about it again. I should have died already. But if I move into Diora's body, then what about Diora? If she's also suddenly in my body that means she can die right? The poison must have reacted in my body. No. It may not happen. I have to find out about my real body as soon as possible," said Claia.

But how did she go there? Should she take a plane or a bus? Then what about the money? Claia reached into her jacket pocket. Besides having a cellphone, there is also money.

"Wow, that's a lot of money," Claia whispered.

Besides money, there is also a wallet. Claia smiled brightly.

Claia opened Diora's wallet. The first thing she saw was a picture of Diora and her boyfriend, Jethro. Both smile. Then Claia noticed that there was more money. Like Tiara who comes from a rich family, Diora seems to be no different and even richer.

After dealing with the wallet, Claia looked for information regarding the trip to the province where she lived. It takes approximately two hours by plane. But she never got on a plane.

"Looks like the airport isn't far from here either. Let me go there first."

Claia looked up information about the airport in this city on her cell phone. After finding her, she followed a path. But she immediately stopped when she realized the distance was quite far. In her head, the memory of Diora going to the cafe with Jethro and her friends on a motorcycle popped up again and again. Some on foot.

Claia didn't know that some of Diora's male friends could track her whereabouts with their cell phones.

Since she was now in a strange place, she decided not to ride anything and keep walking. She was confident because she could run. The important thing is that she must arrive before nightfall.

"Diora!"

Claia turned to the source of the sound and found some of Diora's friends. She ran again. Maybe Diora's friends and Diora herself are actually good kids. The reality may not match what's going on in her head. But even if it was like that, she still wanted to stay away from them. Regardless of whether they were evil or not, the main reason why she wanted to stay away from them was because she was Claia, not Diora. She didn't want to know them. Right now his goal is to go home and meet his parents. Only that.

"Diora wait! Why are you walking away? If you have a problem, you can tell us!" shouted the short-haired shoulder-length girl.

"Very strange. I'm sure there is something wrong with him," said one of the boys.

The four of them stopped chasing Diora. Let Diora run even further. There is her boyfriend and some other friends who will chase him.

Claia already suspected that not only the four of them were chasing her but Jethro must be heading towards her now. They must have told the boy where she was. Hence, she hurriedly looked for a place to hide. She found a bookstore and decided to go inside.

"Is this what it's like to be alone in a strange place? I can't stop worrying," Claia thought.

Claia smiled as she thought of something. It was as if he had just obtained something of value. She said in his mind, "I don't remember my number, e-mail, or my social media account. If I did, I would have contacted him. But Diora must have memorized it. I hope she contacts me soon."

"Afternoon," said someone nearby.

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