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Framed: The Dancer's Reckoning

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 537    |    Released on: 18/06/2025

s, campus tours, and forced socializing. Ava tried to blend in, a ghost

orhood" slash "Isabelle' s pre-semester ki

ile tight. "You're part of the family now

or whom, Av

ughter and the clink of glasses filled the air. Ava clut

Ava out to a group of her friends. Whispers

orner near a large oa

din

ts stood there. He had short, neat hair and serious eyes.

ing some air,

himself, his voice deep and formal. He

u." She tried a small

mentioned you were... joining the family." He s

's ri

oprietary hand on Ethan' s arm. "Ethan, darling!

dazzling. For Ava, it

uggesting something unfortunate, like a stray cat they'

ance. "I think I can manage

eyebrow

Ava, so sensitive. She' s just a bit over

weet, too sticky. "Actually, I' m f

arm again. "Well, we should mingle. So

ving Ava standing alone a

pression unreadable, before Isa

sabelle talking to him

voice carrying. "Just sort of drifting. And a bit... clum

. She'd sidesteppe

assive. He didn't defend Ava

Captain. Values integrity, honor. And Isabelle

Just

anufactured cheer of the party grating on her nerves. Her first

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Framed: The Dancer's Reckoning
“My new, hostile stepfamily was hardly a welcome wagon as I fought for a coveted dance scholarship at Northwood University. Then, my world truly started to unravel. My crucial audition music mysteriously vanished, thanks to my stepsister Isabelle, whose cruelty was just warming up. Days later, campus security "found" stolen exam papers and Isabelle' s diamond bracelet meticulously planted in my room. Overnight, I was branded a thief and an academic cheat, suspended from school, my reputation shattered, my scholarship dreams utterly crushed. How could everyone so readily believe such convenient lies, turning me into a pariah, a target for the university' s whispers? How could "evidence" so perfectly frame me, leaving me isolated and utterly out of options? My anonymous blog, "The Campus Muse," where I poured out raw truths about integrity and overcoming adversity, became my last desperate refuge. What I didn't realize was that the voice I found there – a voice speaking truth into the echoing chamber of false accusations – was about to resonate deeply with an unexpected ally, setting in motion a chain of events that would expose Isabelle' s calculated malice and fight to reclaim my name.”
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