Introduction

My world was perfect.

Top of my class, early acceptance to Yale, just days away from the SATs.

Then, my stepsister Tiffany handed me a protein shake.

I trusted her, drank it, and then – darkness.

I woke up in a cheap motel, framed for cheating, test booklets scattered, my phone incriminating.

Campus security, news cameras flashing.

"Cheater!" the headlines screamed.

Yale rescinded my admission, my furious father disowned me, and my popular boyfriend Chad, feigning support, was part of it all.

Pregnant, isolated, my dreams shattered, I withered, looking ten years older than I was.

Five years later, I overheard Chad boasting, chillingly: "Tiffany and I planned it perfectly.

She needed Sarah gone – Valedictorian, Yale, the Miller inheritance.

And Sarah? Served her purpose. Time to upgrade to Tiffany."

The betrayal, so cold and absolute, utterly shattered me.

I ran blindly into the street, and then – screeching tires.

Nothing.

A gasp.

I sat bolt upright in my own bed, sunlight streaming through my window.

My heart hammered, the nightmare vivid.

I looked at my phone.

Three days before the SATs.

It was happening again.

No.

It was my second chance.

This time, they wouldn't know what hit them.