Madison pretended to pull me up, but fell.
What the hell, there are so many people here
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She pretended to be hurt and looked at me
innocently.
“Why did you push me? I was trying to pull
you up…”
Everyone rushed to help her and screamed at
- me.
“Ashley, stop it, do you regret plagiarism? Are
you mad?”
“It’s ok Madison, let her be, she deserves to
die.”
Madison stood up and acted sad.
“She’s still my sister, I don’t mind…”
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I laughed.
“You’re mistaken sister, come here and I’ll tell
you something.”
Madison got closer.
I looked at her and slapped her across the
face.
She fell.
“Oops, sister’s sorry.”
Madison sat on the floor, covering her face,
and glared at me.
Then she looked up and pretended to be
innocent.
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Then she looked up and pretended to be
innocent.
I don’t have time to deal with her.
I got up and left.
I went to the clinic, my cut was wrapped.
I got home and no one was there. I went to
my room and started burning my drawings.
Nothing was missing, how was Madison doing
it?
Am I crazy?
The company chat was going crazy.
“This cockroach should leave.”
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“This cockroach should leave.”
“Kick her out!”
“She looks proud, but is a plagiarist.”
These messages reminded me of the last
time.
My phone was blowing up, people were
scolding, insulting, and mocking me.
I took out the SIM card.
They found my apartment and waited with
cameras.
Someone put up a sign, “Plagiarist, just die.”
I stayed inside for over a week.
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I stayed inside for over a week.
One night, I left through the grass.
I was starving.
I sat and ate a bun.
A child threw a water bottle at me.
“Mom, that’s the thief.”
They even spat on me.
I was not upset, but I smiled.
His mom took him away.
I hated this.
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One day, I sat on the roof with no emotion.
The city was so ugly.
The only one I miss is my grandmother.
I snapped out of it.
I packed, and submitted my resignation, I
won’t go to the competition.
I don’t understand how Madison always
created the same designs first.
I won’t draw and see what she creates!
Chapter 2
After packing my bags, I snagged the earliest
bus back to the boonies.
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Before we even pulled up, I spotted Grandma
waiting at the edge of town.
My eyes started watering.
I called her, choked up, and finally managed
to say, “I miss you, Grandma.”
She laughed, so happy, then her voice turned
all soft and worried. “Come home,
sweetheart. I’ll make your favorite pot roast.”
Last time, that sweet old lady in the country
found out about my suicide from who knows
where.
It broke her heart, and she got sick. Her
health went downhill fast, and she passed
away not long after.
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As soon as I stepped off the bus, Grandma
rushed over and grabbed my suitcase.
“Let’s go, let’s go! Dinner’s waiting.”
It wasn’t a mansion, but that little house held
my whole childhood.
I quickly fell back into the rhythm of country
life.
Back in the city, Madison freaked out when
she heard I’d quit.
She knew she couldn’t design without me
around.
