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My Best Friends, My Worst Enemies

Chapter 3

Word Count: 853 | Released on: 30/05/2025

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uestions and their attempts to draw me back int

iveness was a

nt communication that I knew

tone. "But hey, the graduation trip is still on, right? The mo

y to keep me under their coll

excited. This time, a cold

"No more drama. Just us, like old times. We'll foc

e "toning it dow

o weary to argue.

rhaps. Or maybe, a morbid part of me just wanted to wi

trip was to a remote mountain

l, rustic, and

Chloe's ma

unpacking, I overheard Liam and Noah talki

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ned. "How much longer do we have to keep this up w

miserable. "She knows something's off. Can'

s, truly suspects, she'll run straight to MIT and never look back. Then what? My Stanford dream,

. "Besides, don't you like having both of us doting on

m, miserably, "Bu

he greater good. Our good. Now, be good boys, an

nct sound of a ki

urned. They w

completely

to my room, my he

ggested a hike to a "p

rightly, Liam and Noah flanki

behind,

overlooking a deep ravine. "Oh, look! The view fro

ager to please her, a

edge. "Just a little further,

my first life, it had bee

me, I w

r hand outstretched to "steady" he

carried her forward. She shrieked, flailing

ching from a few feet below on

m yelled, sc

he victim. "Ava! You... you pushed me!" she cri

But that wou

hloe's side, their faces

" Noah asked, kne

glare. "What the hell

hing," I said cal

her "twisted ankle," her eyes da

tely ignoring me as I stood on

safer ground, my hands ste

sly only "mildly sprained" after a dramatic exam

s. "We just... misjudged the situation up ther

qually unconvincing. "

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My Best Friends, My Worst Enemies

Ming Yue Young Adult

“The last thing I remembered was Chloe's voice, sharp and gleeful, slicing through the haze of my headache: "They never loved you, Ava. Not Liam, not Noah. It was always me." Her words were a hammer blow, each one a nail in the coffin of my life, a searing supernova of agony that exploded behind my eyes before everything faded to black. I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my childhood bed, my unlined hands proof of a terrifying truth: I was back, the calendar on my desk screaming September 5th, senior year, before the nightmare truly began. The reel of my first life rewound in fast-forward: Stanford, the calculated betrayals by Liam and Noah, Chloe's venomous strings, the engineered vasectomies, my promising career systematically destroyed, and the aneurysm that ended it all. This was impossible, a future I'd already lived, a death I'd already died, yet the worn duvet felt real, the scent of my mother's pancakes too vibrant-a second chance, if I dared to seize it, to change everything. My fingers flew across the keyboard, deleting Stanford from my early college applications and replacing it with MIT-my true dream, the one they had ruthlessly crushed. Just then, the doorbell rang, and through the frosted glass, I saw them: Liam Walker, Noah Chen, and Chloe Jenkins, the architects of my past ruin, their bright smiles and feigned innocence an instant surge of cold dread.”