Life from a Flying Squirrel to an Heiress

Chapter 1

[1]

I am a timid and gentle person who suddenly found myself in the body of the real daughter of a wealthy family.

The fake daughter ordered me around arrogantly.

"Pick up the socks on the floor."

I complied. "Where should I put them?"

"In my mouth."

I shoved them in.

"Pour out the foot bath water for me."

"Sure, where should I pour it?"

"On my face."

I splashed the water on her face.

"What are you making for lunch?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Eat dirt."

Alright, just wait. I quickly shut the bathroom door.

Outside, the fake daughter's voice was deafening. "If you dare give me dirt, I'll make you pay! You didn't really do it, did you? I'm not eating that, no way..."

I was frustrated. People can be so fickle. Does she want to eat it or not?

[2]

I am a mythical creature, a golden flying mouse. With my round, beady eyes and chubby body, I am quite endearing. My personality is gentle, timid, and obedient, and I have a knack for cooking delicious meals.

I don't remember much from my previous life, but when I woke up, I found myself in the body of the real heiress, Luna. In this life, I discovered I had a unique ability that others couldn't see. Whenever I approached danger, a red exclamation mark would appear in my mind, and when I was safe, it would turn green. I wondered if this was what people referred to as a "special ability."

In this life, I had taken over the body of Luna, the true heiress who had been lost since childhood and was only recently found by the Kirk family. The fake heiress, Kristina, had been raised by the family for over a decade and had formed deep bonds with them, so she hadn't left.

Kristina called me her sister the first time she saw me. She promised our parents that she would take good care of me, showing me around and making sure I had fun. But when no one else was around, she ordered me around harshly. I was a bit afraid of her, especially since she always carried a pure white cat in her arms.

In the presence of my parents and Kristina, the exclamation mark in my mind was green, but it turned red whenever the cat appeared. The cat would always stare at me with its round eyes, as if I were its prey. I would leap away the moment it reached out.

I couldn't help it; it was instinctual. The idea that mice are afraid of cats is not just a rumor. But really, what was so scary about a little cat? I tried to muster up my courage to confront it, but one leap from the cat sent me scurrying away.

Fine, I admitted it. I was indeed afraid of cats. Even becoming human hadn't changed that fact. So, I lived in constant fear of Kristina's bullying.

"Pick up the socks on the floor," Kristina ordered.

I complied. "Where should I put them?"

"In my mouth," she sneered.

I shoved them in.

"Pour out the foot wash for me."

"Sure, where to?"

"On my face."

I dumped the basin over her head.

"What are we having for lunch?" she asked.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Eat dirt."

Alright, just wait. I quickly shut the bathroom door.

Outside, Kristina's voice boomed, "If you dare make me eat dirt, I'll kill you! You didn't really do it, did you? I won't eat it, I won't eat it..."

As I sat there, a sudden realization hit me. I seemed to have found a way to deal with Kristina. She wasn't as terrifying as I thought!

[3]

The Kirk parents treated Kristina and me equally, sending us both to the same prestigious university. They mentioned pulling some strings to get me in and urged me to make the most of it.

Having never been to a school like this before, I felt completely out of my depth. I could only follow Kristina's lead, mimicking her actions.

Joining us at the university was Christopher, the young master of the Morrison family. He had a childhood engagement with Kristina, but she didn't like him. Instead, she had a crush on the school bully, Declan, who sported blue-dyed hair, wore earrings, and was notorious for fighting and street racing.

Don't ask me how I know all this. After all, I had been making lunchboxes for Declan for a month, only for them to be delivered under Kristina's name. Despite his tough exterior, Declan wasn't picky about food and always cleaned his plate.

Though he verbally rejected Kristina, he eagerly anticipated the arrival of the delicious food every day. Kristina, puzzled, asked me if I had put something in the food.

I trembled and replied, "Sister, what are you talking about? How could I do such a thing?"

Our parents saw Kristina cornering me at the bottom of the stairs and immediately intervened.

"Kristina, what are you doing? Stop scaring your sister," they said.

"Don't cry, Luna. Your sister is just teasing you. There's nothing to be afraid of," they comforted me.

With tears in my eyes, I looked at our parents. Kristina's fist was itching to strike my face. Seizing the moment, I quickly ran behind our parents for protection.

Mom held my hand worriedly, "My poor girl, don't be scared. No one will bully you anymore."

Dad took the opportunity to scold Kristina, "Didn't you say you would take care of your sister? Why do you keep bullying her? She had a tough childhood. You should act like an elder sister."

The Chanel bag Kristina was holding suddenly seemed less glamorous. She shot me a look that said, "Just you wait."

People can be so scary!

I didn't know what the original Luna had gone through before finding her way back home, but judging by our parents' attitude, it must have been rough.

Kristina couldn't stand seeing our parents pamper me and stormed off in a huff.

People are so unpredictable. This little mouse is terrified.