My Friend, the Fake Rich Kid

---- Henry's eyes sharpened instantly. "Struggling through school and still getting into Kingston University? I think you cheated your way in. No wonder your behavior is so appalling!" The murmurs around me grew louder, and my classmates looked at me with deeper disgust. "No wonder. This is sickening." "She must've cheated. Kick her out now, or Kingston University's reputation will be ruined by her!" I gripped the jet's fuselage and forced myself to my feet through the pain. "I didn't lie. I didn't cheat." looked at Daniel, tears streaming down my face. "Daniel, do you forget senior year?

Who stayed up with you in the library drilling problems until midnight? Who went over those calculus questions with you again and again?" Daniel's eyes flickered. He turned away, voice cold and clipped. "Those old things don't matter. Besides, if anyone were going to teach, it would've been me. Look at your pathetic grades. Honestly embarrassing." Henry snapped, "Enough, Serena! The witnesses and evidence all point to you cheating! Look at yourself! You take every shortcut, break every rule. You're nothing but a morally corrupt, academically dishonest disgrace!" He pulled out his phone.

"I'll report this to the Education ---- Bureau right now. You'll be finished for life." "Mr. Chase, my documents are in the jet. Just wait until I get them out." Daniel stepped forward to stop me. "Cut the act." "Get out of my way!" I gritted my teeth and shoved him off. Henry sneered. "I want to see what trick you can pull. If you can't produce it, get out right now." Clara sneered and pulled a small knife from her bag. "You dared to snatch my stuff and can't prove it?

I'll make sure you can never show your face again." Itook a steadying breath and, despite the pain, climbed the boarding stairs. The cockpit was a complete mess. The storage compartment where the documents should have been had been ransacked. Flight manuals lay scattered across the floor, but the dark brown document folder was nowhere to be found. "Impossible!" My heart dropped. My hands shook as I checked every item scattered on the floor, one by one. I even searched the seat crevices. "Bind anything?" Clara called from behind me. "If you can't, stop wasting everyone's time.

Do you think the rest of us are as worthless as you?" ---- I whirled on her, fury spilling from my eyes. "You took it, didn't you?" Daniel stepped into the cockpit. Clara recoiled, feigning shock, and let herself fall into his arms. "Serena, the show's over. Dan already gave me the jet. It's registered in my name now." With a triumphant smile, she pulled a thin folder from her fake designer bag. It was the aircraft title. I snatched it and flipped it open. My eyes widened. It was supposed to be my jet, but the title bore Clara's name in bold. In the next instant, Clara lunged with the knife.

At the same time, dozens of private jets thundered low, sweeping over the school roof. "Oh my God... Look at this fleet! So many private jets!" "Looks like Serena's finished for good." 'The cabin door eased open, and a familiar figure filled the doorway.