My Father Writes Your Ending
Language: en
Sometimes I wonder if people spend too much time binge-watching trashy soap operas and completely forget that in the real world, we have something called the police. It all started during gym class. My period decided to make a surprise, heavy-handed appearance, so I ran back to the empty classroom to grab a pad from my bag. That was it. That was my "crime." Now, Kaylee Miller—our resident "clean-cut" sweetheart—was stood there, eyes welled with performative tears, claiming I’d stolen the ten thousand dollars in graduation trip funds. She called me a shameless thief, her voice trembling…