Framed No More: My Vengeful Rebirth

Framed No More: My Vengeful Rebirth

Gavin

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I was at that awful class reunion, the air thick with fake smiles and bitter memories. Jessica' s sneering laughter echoed in my ears, and then, a crushing pain in my chest. Darkness. I was dead. Not a peaceful passing, but a final, bitter end to a life they' d stolen. Mike Johnson, my childhood friend, and his toxic girlfriend, Jessica Smith, had meticulously orchestrated my downfall years ago. They framed me for hacking, shattered my dreams of a Stanford scholarship, and left me with dead-end jobs and a broken spirit. My death at that reunion was just the cruel crescendo of their lifelong amusement at my expense. The injustice burned hotter than any physical pain. Why did I have to suffer for their venomous games? Why was my future stolen, and they got away scot-free? The sheer, unfair waste of it all. Then, sunlight streamed through my bedroom window. My old room, exactly as it was before everything went wrong. My hands, seventeen again. I wasn't just back in time, I was back, a second chance. But a chilling notification on my phone confirmed my worst fear. "Did you see it? Mike and Jessica at the game last night!" They were back too. And they remembered. They thought they had a cheat code to life. They were wrong. This time, I was ready.

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I was at that awful class reunion, the air thick with fake smiles and bitter memories.

Jessica' s sneering laughter echoed in my ears, and then, a crushing pain in my chest.

Darkness.

I was dead.

Not a peaceful passing, but a final, bitter end to a life they' d stolen.

Mike Johnson, my childhood friend, and his toxic girlfriend, Jessica Smith, had meticulously orchestrated my downfall years ago.

They framed me for hacking, shattered my dreams of a Stanford scholarship, and left me with dead-end jobs and a broken spirit.

My death at that reunion was just the cruel crescendo of their lifelong amusement at my expense.

The injustice burned hotter than any physical pain.

Why did I have to suffer for their venomous games?

Why was my future stolen, and they got away scot-free?

The sheer, unfair waste of it all.

Then, sunlight streamed through my bedroom window.

My old room, exactly as it was before everything went wrong.

My hands, seventeen again.

I wasn't just back in time, I was back, a second chance.

But a chilling notification on my phone confirmed my worst fear.

"Did you see it? Mike and Jessica at the game last night!"

They were back too.

And they remembered.

They thought they had a cheat code to life.

They were wrong.

This time, I was ready.

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