My Identity Was Stolen

e party, her mind already picking t

be a party," I said, my

tering for a fraction of a second. "What do

don' t feel li

she expected from the passive, agreeable Sarah she knew.

orked so hard." She reached out to touch my arm, a ges

d my ar

d flatly. "And Emily, don' t go in

s was almost believable. "Sarah, what' s w

way, drawn by our voices. She had a tray with a glass

rm and practiced. "Emily, leave your sister alone.

nd turned to me, her expression shi

ily that way. She looks up to you.

one day hold a pillow over my face, was scolding me

f milk, wondering what she might have

y voice as cold as ice. "And I

to being dismissed. She and Emily exchanged a look-a quick, almost imperceptible signal that

Ms. Davis said sm

or behind them. But I kne

th a notification from a group chat with

trange since she got her scores. Almost... arrogant. She just yelled at me for try

flooded in

n' t sound

e' s just

nice. She shouldn' t

erself as a victim: "I just want to be there for

inting me as unstable and ungrateful, while positioning Emily as the kind, concerned sister. In my p

r. I typed a single, di

ce, not behind my back in a group chat. And to everyone

. It was a warning shot, a declaration that I was n

d, she sent me a private message, her to

ryone. You embarrassed me. I was just worried. I guess I' ll

ng to make me feel guilty, to force me to apologize

practically dripping with fake tear

game. They had no idea I had already