Her Place in His Heart by Isabella Reed

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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.

“my

“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.”

My brother yanked my arm. “Are you jealous of Ashley? You know we have family coming over, and you messed up her dress on purpose?”

face was a storm cloud. “Grace, you’re grounded. You stay here and think about what you’ve done. Ashley,

soothing her with gentle words

another life.

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

happy little

was leaving, Ashley shot me a triumphant glance, as if

for my mom’s Instagram to become a chronicle of

but it was only for her, and they didn’t

was the one who’d been forgotten. Before I died in my previous life, I posted something

called a “Drama Queen“. Those two words were

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a second thought.

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whole high school years

all of them, and the absence of constant

of conflict with Ashley had a profound impact on me.

focus more on my studies and witness great improvements, while

put into it, she couldn’t

my pace.

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

normal, every semester, and my parents would never come to mine, but

about it.

struggling with her grades since her real parents passed away. We’ve already promised to go to her