“I was finally picked up from the slums of Flint by my biological mother, ready to join the wealthy Morgan family in Boston. But instead of a loving reunion, I was stepping straight into a living hell. My mother viewed me as a dirty stain on her pristine new life, only caring about pleasing her new husband and his kids. My "sweet" step-sister Elizabeth stole my design portfolio and spread rumors that I was a shameless thief. My step-brother Caleb bullied me relentlessly, even throwing a baseball at my face for fun. When I tried to defend myself, my own mother slapped me across the face in front of everyone. "You're a jinx! Nothing but trouble since you arrived!" She forced me to bow down and apologize to the very people who were destroying my life. Because of them, I was framed, expelled from university, and completely abandoned. I died a miserable death, carrying the heavy burden of my grandmother's medical bills and a ruined reputation. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. Why did my own flesh and blood hate me so much? Why was my dignity worth less than a broken porcelain vase to her? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the rainy porch in Flint, clutching the ticket to Boston. This time, my heart was a frozen lake, and I wouldn't follow a single word of hell's script.”