Their Perfect Girl, My Perfect Revenge

I was barely surviving, cleaning sticky tables at the diner, praying my scholarship exam would be my ticket out of this dead-end town and away from my foster mom Maria' s mounting medical bills.

Then, they walked in: the Parkers, my biological parents, followed by a girl my age who was sickeningly sweet, Ashley.

They said they'd been looking for me, but that saccharine smile on Ashley's face was a lie.

Suddenly, glowing text appeared in mid-air, a live stream comment: "[Ashley is so kind!