Our school organized a camping trip in the mountains.
My attention-seeking roommate brought back a pile of poisonous mushrooms to cultivate her image.
In my previous life, I desperately urged her to throw them away, but she thought I was deliberately trying to embarrass her.
To get back at me, she secretly added the poisonous mushrooms to my soup.
The poisoning left me in unbearable agony, but she turned around and blamed me:
"Some people are clearly useless, yet insist on pretending to be well-read. They accused my mushrooms and then ate them anyway. They deserved to die from the poison!"
Her admirers applauded, sitting by and watching me writhe in pain until I died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day my roommate returned from mushroom picking!
Her sycophants pretended to ask for my opinion, and I smiled.
"Who says these mushrooms are poisonous? They're wonderful!"
You can't talk sense into someone determined to die. I'll just sit back and wait for the feast!
