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The Girl Who Refused to Be Broken

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 529    |    Released on: 18/06/2025

larships, Ivy League, that was my mantra, my only way out of this blue-col

ought, sat across from me at the library t

ok so easy, Sar

dad, Arthur, was stressed, and her mom, Carol, who did the books, looked perpetually wor

Bree," I said, tryi

have an idea, a study retreat, just us. My family has this o

d up there, tough as nails. Grandma Agnes, she ran their little corner of the county with an iron will and a network of folks who respected, and maybe feared,

ountains than I'd ever been. The "cabin" wa

tle of water after we hauled our b

ng I remembered was Bree' s s

tank of mildew and something else, something sour. Thi

h stringy hair peered dow

His son, Cletus, a grimy young man wi

?" I croaked,

n, cackled. "Your fri

n? Where am I?"

er. "You're with us

doorway then, her f

on?" I tried to sit

e flat. "All your perfect scores, your scholarships. My

cold. "What

a few hundred bucks and that beat-up sn

Cletus. "She

lent, desperate NO. This couldn't be happening. My future, my Iv

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The Girl Who Refused to Be Broken
“My whole life was about getting out of this blue-collar town. Ivy League scholarships were my ticket, and I lived and breathed SAT prep. My best friend, Bree Van Doren, struggled with her studies, her family's hardware store failing. She always said I made it look so easy. Then Bree suggested a "study retreat" at her remote family cabin in the Adirondacks. After she handed me a bottle of water, that's the last thing I remembered before darkness. I woke up on a dirt floor, head pounding, in a filthy shack. This was no cabin; this was a nightmare. The Petersons, a rough, menacing family, treated me like an animal. Then Bree appeared, her face shockingly cold, flatly admitting she sold me to them. For a few hundred bucks and a beat-up snowmobile, my "best friend" had erased her academic competition. I was to "keep Cletus company." Sold. Like an object. For a snowmobile. Every Ivy League dream I had, reduced to ash. Panic clawed at my throat. How? Why? Even my own cousin, Jake, seeing me bruised and desperate, didn't recognize me. But a silent scream of "NO" echoed in my mind. I would not break. I was Sarah Miller, and my formidable grandparents, Eli and Agnes Miller, would find me. And when they did, Bree Van Doren would pay.”
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