Broken Vows by Tessa Montgomery

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They were always telling me that, if I played nice with Ashley, things would go easier for me.

But here was the thing. Ashley’s parents were gone, and mine were still around, but they chose to ignore me over her. So, what made my life any different from an orphan?

It was Christmas. I was in the kitchen filling up a pot with water when Ashley strutted in, all dressed up in her newest dress. “Grace, do you think this dress looks good on me?”

I ignored her and tried to move past her.

But she wasn’t having it. She latched onto my arm from behind. “I’m waiting for an answer.” I frowned, trying to pull away.

She grabbed my other hand, splashed herself with the hot water, and then let out a scream. “Please no Grace!”

“What are you doing?!” I asked her.

“Who do you think Mom’s going to believe, you or me?” Ashley smirked, and right on cue, my mom walked in and saw the whole thing, just the way Ashley had set it up.

“Grace, if you’ve got an issue, you come to me,” my mom said, her voice heavy with disappointment. “Why would you do this to Ashley?”

Ashley was all teary–eyed, playing the victim. “Mom, please don’t be mad at Grace. It’s my fault.”

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of Ashley? You know we have family coming over, and you messed up

Your stay here and think about

right there, soothing her with gentle words and a soft touch. I used to feel that

just looked a little closer, only looked at me for a moment,

didn’t. They all left, a happy little family of four,

a triumphant glance, as if to

take much longer than two weeks for my mom’s Instagram to become a chronicle of Ashley’s adventures with our family, showcasing

it was only for her, and they didn’t

Before I died in my previous life, I posted something on Instagram too. “If your don’t love me, why

all I got was being called a “Drama Queen“. Those two words were what pushed me to jump off the rooftop without

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second thought.

my whole high school years back then living in that unfairness.

of constant conflict with Ashley allowed

release of tension and frustration brought by the absence of conflict with

each morning.I was able to focus more on my studies and witness great improvements,

effort she put into it, she couldn’t

my pace.

our senior year started, the school announced a parent–teacher conference.

semester, and my parents would never come to mine, but I wanted to