Framed by Her, Forsaken by Him

I could hear the voices of the poor students in class.

She tore up her competition essay and stuffed it into my desk to frame me, sobbing as she cried, “I know you always look down on poor students like me…”

Everyone turned on me, even my childhood sweetheart,Taylor Becker.

He demanded that I apologize.

I shook my head, crying, and told them it wasn’t me.

At the same time, I heard the inner voices of those same poor students: “I love this kind of childhood sweetheart drama. Nothing better than a rich idiot protecting his precious girl.”