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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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“Are you jealous of Ashley? You know we have family coming over, and you messed up her

here and think about

words and a soft touch. I used to feel that

closer, only looked at me for a moment, they might have seen the burn

happy little family of

shot me a triumphant glance,

longer than two weeks for my mom’s Instagram to become a

cake once, but it was only for her, and they didn’t even share a slice of

previous life, I posted

being called a “Drama Queen“. Those two words were what pushed me

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second thought.

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

the absence of constant conflict with Ashley allowed a significant shift in my overall well- being.

tension and frustration brought by the absence of conflict with Ashley had a profound impact on

able to focus more

matter how much effort she put into it,

my pace.

second semester of our senior year started, the school

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

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