Reincarnation bringing in resolution

EPISODE ONE Chapter 1: The Arrogant Prince The school bell rang, loud and sharp, as students hurried through the tall iron gates of Royal Heights Academy. Cars with shining paint dropped off boys and girls in neat uniforms. Some carried designer bags, others wore expensive watches. Among them walked Emmanuel. He didn’t rush like the others. He walked slowly, head high, as if the ground belonged to him. His shoes were polished so well they shone in the sunlight. His tie was perfect, not a crease on his white shirt. Two boys followed behind him, laughing at everything he said. Emmanuel liked being in the middle. He liked the way people turned to look at him. “Hey, move!” Emmanuel snapped when a smaller student ran past and brushed his arm. The boy stopped, eyes wide. He bent quickly to pick up the books that had slipped from his hands. “I–I’m sorry,” the boy said quietly. Emmanuel looked down at him. The boy’s shoes were old, the sole almost coming apart. His bag had loose threads hanging. Emmanuel’s lip curled. “Sorry won’t fix those shoes,” Emmanuel said, his voice loud enough for others to hear. He pushed one of the fallen books aside with the tip of his shiny shoe. “Next time, watch where you’re going. This isn’t a market.” The two boys behind him burst into laughter. A few other students nearby joined in. The poor boy’s ears turned red as he gathered his books quickly. His hands shook, but Emmanuel had already walked away, smiling like a king. Inside the classroom, Emmanuel chose his usual seat by the window — the best seat. The breeze came in through the glass, and he could see the green football field below. He leaned back in his chair as if it was a throne. The teacher, Mr. Daniels, entered and placed his books on the desk. The class grew quiet. Mr. Daniels cleared his throat. “Good morning, students. Today, I have an announcement,” he said. “Next week, the whole school will take part in a community service project. We will visit a nearby village to help clean and paint the primary school there.” A few students clapped softly. Some whispered excitedly. Emmanuel groaned loudly. “Why waste our time in some dirty village?” he said, not caring that the teacher was right there. “We are students of Royal Heights. We should be doing something better than sweeping floors for poor people.” The class went silent for a moment. Then, a few of his friends laughed. Others looked down at their desks, uncomfortable. Mr. Daniels’ face tightened. “Emmanuel, that’s enough,” he said firmly. “Respect for others is something this school will teach you, whether you like it or not.” Emmanuel only shrugged and leaned back further in his chair. He turned his head to look outside, pretending the teacher’s words meant nothing. Deep down, he enjoyed the way his words made people uneasy. It made him feel powerful. He believed money gave him the right to say whatever he wanted. He believed life would always be easy. But somewhere, unseen, fate was listening. And fate was not smiling.