The punishment was to pursue the poorest and ugliest girl in school.
And I was that girl.
I vividly remembered the day the bet was revealed. Joel looked at me with utter disdain.
"Erica, do yourself a favor and look in the mirror. You're broke and shabby. How could I ever like you? Every second with you makes me sick!"
Laughter surrounded me, but I only felt my heart shatter.
The memory brought a flash of hatred across my eyes.
I picked up my tray. "Sorry. That's filthy."
Ignoring Joel's stunned expression, I walked away, feeling an incredible sense of relief.
Back from the dead, my first challenge was still the same: I'm broke.
Even with four years of foresight, everything needed money to start.
So, not long after school started, I went back to my old trade—collecting recyclables.
I needed to accumulate my initial capital through recycling.
The amount of recyclables in a university was astounding, and the surrounding shops, stores, and delivery stations provided a huge opportunity. If done right, the profit could be unimaginable.
Thanks to my mom, who also collected recyclables, I knew a bit about it.