The Day I Stopped Being the Good Sister
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Chloe had been taking my things for as long as I could remember.
And every time she wanted something of mine, Asher would step in front of me and tell her off.
On my eighteenth birthday, with all our friends hooting, he pulled me into a dark alley and kissed me.
He said that once college applications were done, he’d take me to New York, away from the parents who’d always loved my sister more.
I believed him. I was even happy, counting down the days.
Until the last night before the application portal closed.
At a party with kids from high school, Asher was a little buzzed, a red Solo cup in his hand. He threw an arm around my shoulders and leaned in, grinning. “Winnie, I’ve got good news. Chloe applied to schools in New York too. I helped her with her essays.”
I stared at him and said nothing.
He reached for my hand. “She’s so helpless. If we leave her on her own, who knows what kind of mess she’ll make. If she’s with us, I can keep an eye on her. Don’t worry. If she gives you a hard time in New York, I won’t let her get away with it.”
He knew I’d stayed up night after night on those applications. He knew I’d given up every bit of a social life—all so I could get away from Chloe.
And he’d personally dragged the girl who’d wrecked my entire adolescence right into our future.
I looked down at my phone.
Less than ten minutes until the portal closed.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t lose it.
I opened the email buried at the bottom of my inbox and sent a message to Professor Evans in London:
Professor, is the London offer you made me still open? Is there still time to accept?
And every time she wanted something of mine, Asher would step in front of me and tell her off.
On my eighteenth birthday, with all our friends hooting, he pulled me into a dark alley and kissed me.
He said that once college applications were done, he’d take me to New York, away from the parents who’d always loved my sister more.
I believed him. I was even happy, counting down the days.
Until the last night before the application portal closed.
At a party with kids from high school, Asher was a little buzzed, a red Solo cup in his hand. He threw an arm around my shoulders and leaned in, grinning. “Winnie, I’ve got good news. Chloe applied to schools in New York too. I helped her with her essays.”
I stared at him and said nothing.
He reached for my hand. “She’s so helpless. If we leave her on her own, who knows what kind of mess she’ll make. If she’s with us, I can keep an eye on her. Don’t worry. If she gives you a hard time in New York, I won’t let her get away with it.”
He knew I’d stayed up night after night on those applications. He knew I’d given up every bit of a social life—all so I could get away from Chloe.
And he’d personally dragged the girl who’d wrecked my entire adolescence right into our future.
I looked down at my phone.
Less than ten minutes until the portal closed.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t lose it.
I opened the email buried at the bottom of my inbox and sent a message to Professor Evans in London:
Professor, is the London offer you made me still open? Is there still time to accept?


















































