After A Trip to Save Lives, Our Family was Hacked

I clenched my fists and stood up sharply, but the class president immediately pushed me back into my seat.

"Megan, cut the drama. Use that energy for some extra problem sets instead!"

He glared at Megan Maxwell, his duty as class president to keep order, especially during this critical prep time for finals.

Those words somehow were a trigger that made Megan bristle, "Listen up! I'm the victim here!"

"I'm just speaking the truth. Did I say anything wrong?"

"Her mom's death—You think she's not even a little to blame?"

"Are you defending her because you like her or something?"

After hearing this, the class president's face hardened, "We have just twenty days till finals. Every minute counts."

"Nobody's got time for your conspiracy nonsense."

"Study or don't—that's on you, but keep your drama away from everyone else."

As he finished, several students who had been studying looked up, their expressions filled with irritation at Megan.

Megan huffed dismissively and turned back, flipping through her English textbook resentfully, then shot me another angry glance.

The class president turned back to me, offering a quiet word of encouragement, "Just twenty more days. You can do it."

I sank back into my seat, my tears circling in my eyes before finally spilling over.

Megan wasn't wrong—it was my fault Mom died.

If it wasn't for me, she'd still be here.