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Framed: The Dancer's Reckoning

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 510    |    Released on: 18/06/2025

t like competition. E

iet talent, the way she moved with a grace that Isabelle' s tec

age start

So clumsy of you. Someone could trip." Isabelle' s voice, dripp

was "accidentally" knocked over, soaking her spare leotard and towel. Isab

water bottle with

egan to

rently, she got kicked out of her la

here because her st

s, sometimes hostile glances. She kept her head down, focu

was hunched over a stack of books, her brow furr

n't serious about her studies

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ings, Ava' s awkwardness at the party. He told himself it

dealing with negativity and s

ut your own inner voice. Your path is yours to w

g in agreement. Such

icult lift for her audition piece. She needed a spotter for

smile overly bright. "We stepsister

ted. "Are

tal

s a fraction of a second too late, her hands slight

ain shot

ushed over, all fake distress. "Are you oka

ainst the pain. Her ankl

e ankle was alread

ion was n

oud enough for everyone in the studio to hear. "Poor

mph in Isabelle' s eyes bef

d luck. This w

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Framed: The Dancer's Reckoning
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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