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From Ashes: My Unclaimed Life

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 547    |    Released on: 20/06/2025

e words, tried to tell herself it

cidences kep

d say, ruffling Em's hair when she voic

She' d seen Sharon Evans' s comp

or bread, her movements a little more forceful th

en the mothers wa

d a bit too fancy for their town, versus Susan Carter, in her practical jeans

oses bloomed first – Sharon turned everythi

n, long before she met Tom. And that Sharon had always had a thin

started, festering over years, pa

ught in the crossfire; she w

hould try out next year, you have so much more natural stage presence," Shar

er mother, absorbing the p

esperate for her mother' s approval. If Sharon praised her, Brit

wingset, something in Britt shifted. The anxiety hardened

he same way. Instead, she seemed focused on

uring class, not with envy, but w

uzzle Britt had

ling bee, a modest achievement but one she

gold-colored plastic cup Em held. "It was suppo

re you talking about?" Em asked

r head. "Doesn't ma

flat blue, seemed

h rivalry anymore. Britt genuinely believe

ing a scholarship, of maybe, just maybe, being one of the

ew to fight whatever strange darkness

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From Ashes: My Unclaimed Life
From Ashes: My Unclaimed Life
“At just ten years old, my life in the sleepy, fading town of Oakhaven was unremarkable. We were a hardworking family, simple and honest, clinging to the quiet hopes for a decent future. Then Brittany Evans, who lived just a few houses down, cornered me by the old park swingset. Her voice was too grave for a child, her eyes too knowing. She declared, "Everything good that's supposed to happen to you? It's mine now. I'm taking it all." She claimed to be reincarnated, privy to the "original script" of my life. And she proceeded to steal it. My father' s long-awaited promotion, my mother' s cherished dream of a small business, even my crucial college scholarship-all systematically diverted to Britt or her parents. When a devastating flood wiped out our home and savings, Britt merely smirked, claiming it was her "prediction," clearing the way for her own gains. We were left with nothing, forced to abandon the town. How could one family so consistently snatch away every opportunity? Was Britt genuinely disturbed, or was there an unsettling truth to her chilling pronouncements? The utter injustice, the persistent feeling of being targeted by an unseen force, left me confused, isolated, and raw with a burning, desperate rage. But as we left Oakhaven, facing an uncertain future, a fierce determination rose within me. Britt thought she' d stolen my fate. She was wrong. I would build a new life, brick by brick, far from her reach. A life she could never, ever claim as her own.”
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