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Framed: The Dancer's Reckoning

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 542    |    Released on: 18/06/2025

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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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