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The whole thing ended when Ashley “fainted.”
Because Ashley was so fragile and I hadn’t
been physically hurt, the police just gave her
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a warning.
Stanford released the list of accepted
students, clearing my name.
My classmates felt bad for me and were nicer
than ever.
They told me not to feel bad.
“Lilly, if you need anything, just ask.”
“If your sister tries anything again, we’ll kick
her ass!”
“And your parents… if they make your
unhappy, just ignore them. Live your own.
life!”
When my parents took Ashley away, they told
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After that day, Ashley posted non–stop about
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My parents took her everywhere, and Brandon
paid for everything.
They bought her purses and watches all the
time.
Ashley tagged me in the posts, but I blocked
her and focused on my studies.
I had a second chance to be in school.
No one would stop me.
But then rumors started to spread.
My roommate couldn’t stand it, so she told
me,
“Lilly, if you and Chris are fighting, talk it
out.”
“You’ve been together for seven years! That’s
a big deal!”
Hearing Chris‘ name, I paused.
Chris and I had been childhood sweethearts.
We started dating in high school.
Even long distance couldn’t break us up.
When I got into Stanford, everyone was happy
for us.
I thought Chris and I would grow old together.
But when I was bleeding out on the floor, all
Chris saw was Ashley.
That’s when I knew he had always been in
love with her.
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Chris had always liked Ashley.
But Ashley had only ever seen him as a little
kid.
So, I had been the second choice.
Seven years of bullshit!
It made me sick! ·
My roommate told me that Chris had been
flirting with other girls.
Someone saw them sharing an ice cream
cone at Disneyland.
It was way beyond just friends.
Ashley had posted pictures from Disneyland
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three days earlier.
In the corner of the picture, you could see
Chris‘ watch.
Ashley loved to steal everything from me.
She was trash!
And Ashley had reminded me.
I had forgotten to throw out the trash!
I took a deep breath and calmed down. Then,
I told my roommate, “Chris and I broke up.”
“I don’t care about him anymore.”
I sent Chris a text breaking up with him and
blocked him.
My roommate was shocked. I said, “The girl
Chris is flirting with is my sister.”
My roommate realized what was going on.
“Is that your crazy sister again?”
“First, she wanted your spot at Stanford.
Now, she wants your boyfriend?!”
No, Ashley just liked to steal my things.
She was like a garbage collector.
For the next few days, I focused on my
experiments.
I stayed up late in the lab for nights in a row
until I got the data I needed.
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I was going to get a paper published!
I went out to dinner with my lab partners to
celebrate.
Then, Chris, who had been “missing,” showed
- up.
He got right to the point.
“Lilly, drop out of this experiment and give
your spot to Ashley.”
