Chapter two:

It was there that her memories ended. She remembered being pushed down the building, and the next thing she knew, she was being woken by Mrs. Georgiana for school. How she ended up here. She had no idea.
And so, reluctantly, Carola looked at herself in the mirror. The last time she had looked at herself in the mirror, she remembered seeing a beautiful woman of 27 who was excited for her wedding day. In her stead now, she only saw a 17-year-old girl, who was ready for her first day for her senior year, for the second time, it would seem.

She had no idea how to feel about the situation she was in. Her head was full of confusion and uncertainty. She had no idea who to ask for the answers to the questions she had, and she feared asking her parents, or anyone, really would make them think she was crazy.
Just as she was leaving, Mrs. Georgiana entered. Carola just recognized the fact that the woman, indeed, was a beauty in her early years of life. Then again, it was a weird day. She could only imagine what it would feel like to see her parents so young and beautiful again, not to mention, she had to deal with their constant fighting and bickering all over again.

‘Oh, look you are ready for your first day. No doubt you feel excited for your first day as a senior.’ The women went on talking happily as they both left the room.
Carola felt like she couldn’t really say anything. What would she even say? What does a person say when they are experiencing their life all over again and have no idea what to make any of it?
‘You seem quiet. Everything okay, dear?’
‘Yes, Mrs. Georgiana. I just have a feeling of déjà vu.’

‘Oh dear, I bet it’s just the jitters you feel. There are a lot of responsibilities that have fallen on you, now that you are in your final year. Not to mention, your dad will start wanting you to take part in his business, to prepare you for the future that beholds a great many things for your family, I’m sure.’
They entered the kitchen, where she saw her mother. The woman, too, looked beautiful in her formal wear. The look reminded Carola how much she resembled her own mother in the later years of her life.
‘Good morning, baby. How are you?’ her mother inquired, putting her cereals in front of her.