The next day, the campus buzzed with so much chatter about Ava’s new book. Everywhere I turned, students were gushing over her "brilliant" writing. I couldn’t believe it. It felt like I was in the twilight zone or something.
My heart sank every time I walked by a couple of people and I would hear, “Have you read Ava’s new book? It’s so amazing. I didn’t even know she was a writer.”
I should have been the one receiving the accolades. It wasn’t even like I wanted the attention. I hated attention. But it just wasn’t right for Ava to steal my work like that and take credit for it.
Ava for her part, completely basked in all the newfound attention, strutting through the hallways with a smug grin plastered on her face. It was nauseating. She had even started handing out headshots of her with
