Stolen Life, Stolen Style

What it’s about

My eyes snapped open.

The dorm room ceiling, with its familiar water stain shaped like a crooked smile, loomed above.

Across the room, Brianna Jones hummed softly, applying makeup.

She wore a cheap copy of my cashmere sweater.

My heart hammered against my ribs.

This wasn' t right.

This was weeks ago.

The memories crashed down: the Paris program acceptance, the "going away" party, the sickening taste, then absolute darkness.

Brianna had poisoned me.

I saw her smirk, remembered collapsing.

1. ☐1Chapter 1
2. ☐2Chapter 2
3. ☐3Chapter 3
4. ☐4Chapter 4
5. ☐5Chapter 5
6. ☐6Chapter 6
7. ☐7Chapter 7
8. ☐8Chapter 8
9. ☐9Chapter 9
10. ☐10Chapter 10
11. ☐11Chapter 11

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