“Don’t be selfish, Clara,” Thomas sneered, looking down his nose at me. “You’re just a low-level nurse’s assistant; you’ll be in the back row anyway. Haley needs this VIP access to network with wealthy doctors for her lifestyle brand. Let your sister have her moment.” I froze. For four grueling years, I kept the truth locked away. The sky on graduation day was a churning gray, attacking the campus with freezing rain. I stood shivering near the grand hall, my wet hair plastered to my face. Suddenly, a black taxi pulled up to the VIP curb. Out stepped my family. My stepsister, Haley, twirled in a designer coat, excitedly waving the gold-embossed VIP ticket my father had stolen from me the night before. “This VIP access is going to make my photos go viral!” she squealed. I took a deep breath, stepping toward the security doors to explain
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