Beyond Her Lies, My True Destiny

Beyond Her Lies, My True Destiny

Yi Ye

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The scholarship trophy, the culmination of years of relentless effort, was almost in my grasp. Then the world tipped sideways, and Madison' s tear-streaked face appeared, her trembling finger pointing directly at me. "She cheated," her voice echoed, accusing me of plagiarism in front of the entire faculty and student body. That was the final blow in the ruthless campaign Madison, my seemingly innocent roommate, had waged against me ever since we moved in. She' d subtly undermined my grades, isolated me from friends with "worried" lies about my sanity, and now, she' d orchestrated the destruction of my future. Expelled, my name dragged through the mud, the shame a suffocating weight-I ended it all on a cold, rainy night, unable to bear the torment. But then, a sharp poke jolted me awake. "Chloe? Are you awake?" Madison stood over me, holding a textbook, wearing that same vacant, innocent look I once fell for. Professor Miller' s class. This was it. The very beginning of her calculated destruction. Rage, pure and blinding, surged through me. I snatched the textbook from her, tossed it, and pulled the covers over my head, my voice flat, "Figure it out yourself." The silence that followed was deafening. She was confused. I had a second chance. And this time, I wasn't just going to survive. I was going to make Madison pay for every single tear.

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The scholarship trophy, the culmination of years of relentless effort, was almost in my grasp.

Then the world tipped sideways, and Madison' s tear-streaked face appeared, her trembling finger pointing directly at me.

"She cheated," her voice echoed, accusing me of plagiarism in front of the entire faculty and student body.

That was the final blow in the ruthless campaign Madison, my seemingly innocent roommate, had waged against me ever since we moved in.

She' d subtly undermined my grades, isolated me from friends with "worried" lies about my sanity, and now, she' d orchestrated the destruction of my future.

Expelled, my name dragged through the mud, the shame a suffocating weight-I ended it all on a cold, rainy night, unable to bear the torment.

But then, a sharp poke jolted me awake.

"Chloe? Are you awake?" Madison stood over me, holding a textbook, wearing that same vacant, innocent look I once fell for.

Professor Miller' s class. This was it. The very beginning of her calculated destruction.

Rage, pure and blinding, surged through me.

I snatched the textbook from her, tossed it, and pulled the covers over my head, my voice flat, "Figure it out yourself."

The silence that followed was deafening. She was confused.

I had a second chance. And this time, I wasn't just going to survive. I was going to make Madison pay for every single tear.

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