From Disgrace to State Champion

Mu Xiaoou

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For years, my life revolved around the track, every stride a step closer to a college scholarship, my only ticket out. My younger sister, Molly, barely trained but somehow always beat me by a hair, basking in our parents' proud glances. I pushed harder than anyone, bleeding on the track, only for her to effortlessly pull ahead, usually with a smug, "Didn't want to hurt your feelings." But at the Regional Qualifiers, with college scouts watching, she took it too far. Mid-race, she faked a stumble and pointed straight at me, yelling I had shoved her. My own coach, convinced by the rumors she' d spread, disqualified me on the spot, erasing my dreams in one swift, heartbreaking blow. My parents, who worshipped Molly, accused me of jealousy, of being a "sore loser," even as I stood there, utterly numb, my future crumbling. How could someone who barely tried consistently beat me, then maliciously destroy my reputation and chances? Why did everyone believe her effortless lies over my years of sacrifice? Sitting on the cold floor of my room, staring at the wreckage of my life, I finally saw it: her success wasn't hers at all. It was a parasite, feeding on my effort, my dreams. And I realized, with chilling clarity, the only way out was to make the parasite eat itself alive.

Family Betrayal Revenge Drama Personal growth

Chapter 10

The day before yesterday 20:40

Introduction

For years, my life revolved around the track, every stride a step closer to a college scholarship, my only ticket out.

My younger sister, Molly, barely trained but somehow always beat me by a hair, basking in our parents' proud glances.

I pushed harder than anyone, bleeding on the track, only for her to effortlessly pull ahead, usually with a smug, "Didn't want to hurt your feelings."

But at the Regional Qualifiers, with college scouts watching, she took it too far.

Mid-race, she faked a stumble and pointed straight at me, yelling I had shoved her.

My own coach, convinced by the rumors she' d spread, disqualified me on the spot, erasing my dreams in one swift, heartbreaking blow.

My parents, who worshipped Molly, accused me of jealousy, of being a "sore loser," even as I stood there, utterly numb, my future crumbling.

How could someone who barely tried consistently beat me, then maliciously destroy my reputation and chances?

Why did everyone believe her effortless lies over my years of sacrifice?

Sitting on the cold floor of my room, staring at the wreckage of my life, I finally saw it: her success wasn't hers at all.

It was a parasite, feeding on my effort, my dreams.

And I realized, with chilling clarity, the only way out was to make the parasite eat itself alive.