Prologue

What's your biggest regret? Getting the wrong answer on a multiple-choice question even though you've been eyeing the right one that time? Picking the wrong person to bet on in a gambling match? Or not being able to confess your feelings towards the person you've been eye-balling, willing to do anything for the person in question, and giving promises of happiness if the person returns your love with their love.

If you're given the ability to change those regret, what will be the different choices you will make? And what are the consequences of your decision that will change the string of fate? Will your decision turn up as you expected, and your regret become satisfaction; or will it only drag you down further, and your only hope is to return and stop yourself from making that choice.

Destiny is intangible and constant; and decisive as soon as you have chosen your decision at that moment.

"This is a good piece," my editor said as he unwrapped his Snickers bar and chew. "I'll talk to Boss, and we'll see if it'll make it in the Daily,"

I nodded, and we shook hands. I grabbed my backpack and went to the elevator. I tapped on the GL button and headed down to Ground Floor. Outside the building, I called an online-taxi and drove me to school.

The school was already filled with students heading inside; I paid the driver, and I ran inside.

I sat in class and looked towards the window, the blue sky, and the shining sun that blinds my eye every time I tried to gaze at the scenery; the urban city and a mountain far away.

"Hey, get this- "one of my friends, Rick, said, and I turned my head towards him. "A foreigner is coming to this school; I heard she's from South America,"

"Ooh… a Latino? I wonder if they're as good as they say…" another one of my friends said.

"Hey, Sam. You're good with English, can you introduce me to her?" Rick asked,

"I can tell you what you can say in Spanish if you want to really impress her," I said to him. "' Tengo un pene pequeno,' I think it means 'I love you very much' in Spanish."

He grabbed his phone, and I assumed he opened Google translate. "You're a bull's shit, you bullshit, and you're shitty," he then said.

"Hey Sam!" a teacher called me at the classroom door, "Come with me, to the principal's office,"

I looked at my friends, and they shrugged; I walked out of the classroom and followed him to the principal's office. There I saw Mr. Campbell, the school principal, talking to someone in his office. The teacher knocked, and the principal called us in.

We entered the office, and I was frozen in shock as soon as I saw her, the new foreign student.