Chapter87

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?”

grounded. You stay here and think

was about to cry, and my mom was right there, soothing her with gentle words and

another life.

me for

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

a triumphant glance, as if to say, ‘Grace, I’ve won

to become a

brought a cake once, but it was only for her, and they didn’t

my previous life, I posted something

being called a “Drama Queen“. Those two words

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a second thought.

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spent my whole high school years

life, I avoided all of them, and the absence of constant conflict with Ashley allowed a significant shift in my

tension and frustration brought by the absence of conflict

refreshed and energized each morning.I was able to focus more on my studies

matter how much effort she put

my pace.

the second semester of our senior year started, the school announced a parent–teacher

come to mine, but I wanted to be optimistic, so I

about it.

know Ashley has been struggling with her grades since her real parents passed away. We’ve already

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