The day someone stuffed a rancid, oil-dripping sandwich into my locker, splattering my uniform, I understood—no one here saw me as human.
My stepsister crushed my fallen lunch under her heel, laughing at how "pathetic" I was. In chemistry class, they all watched as I rattled around alone in the corner. Even my so-called best friend mocked me, fake-sobbing into a book—"Mommy, I miss you so much"—mimicking my most vulnerable moment for everyone's entertainment.

Until I climbed to the school roof, one step from jumping, when my phone suddenly rang: "Want to make them beg for forgiveness?"

Suicide Edge to Revenge Win

Ophelia
Autumn leaves danced across Stanford's campus as I walked alone down the stone pathways, each step marking the rhythm of my new life.
"Congratulations, Ophelia!" The student body president excitedly shook my hand. "The treasurer position is absolutely yours! Your financial planning proposa...

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