She's always been better than them. The low-life, boring, no-personality girls who put themselves up on pedestals for the world to see. They think they're so perfect, so /flawless/, it's disgusting. She was /really/ beautiful, inside and out, in every way. It was a shame she wasn't beautiful /enough/. So, when she found out she had a second chance at life, she took it! Of course she would, who wouldn't? She searched for a body with looks as gorgeous as hers, and already popular enough that there would be no trouble becoming a famous, popular, well-loved celebrity. Evangeline. Her name was beautiful, too, like every other part of her. God, just /thinking/ about her gives her the chills. Evangeline, Evangeline... Oh, how she missed Evangeline... She repeated that name to herself every night, scrolled through her own Instagram posts every night, stared at her own face until she passed out from exhaustion every night. Oh, how she /missed/ her Evangeline. Now she was ugly, she was ugly inside and out. She was disgusting. /It/ was disgusting. She could feel every inch of blood in her body, every ounce of that revolting liquid. Sympto loved it, sure, and Mars always told her she was still beautiful, but it was /nothing/ compared to who she was before. It could never make her as adored as Eva could. Her looks, her personality, everything about her attracted people. Everyone loved her. Even herself. Oh, God, she would do /anything/ to have herself back...