From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

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Anthea Yeager’s eyes fluttered open to a world of darkness, the thick scent of stale beer invading her nostrils. Though sight failed her, her keen senses as a tech mogul whispered a truth. It was no longer the world she knew.

Where was she? Was she even alive?

Fumbling for a switch, Anthea flicked on the light.

Click!

The room flooded with a harsh, sterile glow, and Anthea surveyed her surroundings with a steely calm. Drawn curtains, a sea of empty beer bottles, and cigarette butts strewn across the floor were all signs of a soul in the throes of despair.

Memories cascaded into her mind, and as she methodically pieced them together, one conclusion became clear. She had undergone a soul journey, and now her spirit resided in an unfamiliar body, retaining the original host’s memories.

The original Anthea Morris was an object of envy, a silver–spoon heiress born into opulence but regrettably bereft of common sense. Illiterate in more ways than one, her high school peers knew her as the family’s laughingstock.

Three days prior, the Morris family had uncovered a shocking truth that Anthea was not their biological daughter but a child mistakenly swapped at the hospital.

The revelation had rocked her world, leaving it utterly colorless. Already distant, the Morris family viewed her with undisguised disdain.

The true heiress was Rebecca Yeager, a paragon of grace and talent, whose accomplishments outshone the original’Anthea’s like the sun does the moon.

As Rebecca would officially reclaim her place in the Morris family, a lavish feast awaited her downstairs, attended by the big shots of society.

With the past dissected and understood, Anthea steeled herself for the switch. The lives they each should have lived were about to be corrected.

to be assaulted by an array of outfits that screamed

mirror, a caricature of subculture extremes,

“No way!”

the shower idea, instead throwing on a long–sleeved cover–up over the outlandish makeup and headed

Dad.” Anthea approached the Morris couple, her

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this fake heiress have there, calling the Morris parents her

have long killed myself if I were her. What’s

and

mother, Carole Yeager, is of low birth and hasn’t got a place to stay. Anthea’s been

home wrecker? God knows who

turns out she’s

whispers cut through the air, but Anthea stood unflinching,

Anthea closer. “Come here. Let me introduce you to your sister, Rebecca. You two–must

that Sandra loathed Anthea, who clung to the Morris name like

to Rebecca with a nod.

thought I

had always felt out of place, a princess among paupers, repelled by the dreary cellar of her supposed upbringing. She hated the low lives around her and never believed she was the daughter of a mistress. And her intuition was correct. She was

commoners.

a well–dealt hand played disastrously. Misguided by a deceptive suitor, she had

existence, Rebecca held a trump card the average person lacked. She

this life, she would surely