My Boyfriend's Junior Accused Me of Plagiarism, I Sent Her to Jail

I just couldn't make sense of it. Even with a new design, why was the shadow of plagiarism still looming over me?

My mind was a total mess, and I was shaking so badly that I had to slam my laptop shut.

I spent the whole morning zoning out, phone in hand, stalking Sarah's updates obsessively.

By noon, she'd posted again.

[Big thanks for all the encouragement! Looks like Sarah's back in the sunshine!]

[Got the draft done, just need to throw some color on it. Lucky I had a backup plan ready to roll.]

Her feed was blowing up with support from her friends.

[Way to go, Sarah! Don't let that so-called senior scare you. She's nothing but a plagiarism queen.]

Some were rallying behind her, fired up.

[Why take the fall when you're the victim here? Let's confront that jerk face-to-face!]

[She thinks being a senior gives her a free pass? Such a low move deserves some karma!]

I felt a cold sweat break out, my skin crawling.

The same backup plan, just missing some color.

Could it really be that we were thinking alike?

I flashed back to all the crap from my last life.

After the contest, when I tried to clear my name and denied the plagiarism charges...

Sarah was live-streaming, spinning tales about how I kept harassing and threatening her after the contest.

"I always thought of Nina as a buddy, but there she was, creeping around my building, stalking me, scaring me into giving back my prize."

"Folks, I'm scared to death. Did I mess up? Maybe I never should've competed."

She played the victim perfectly, tearing up on camera, pulling at the heartstrings of all her guy fans.

She even waved around a depression diagnosis, claiming I had done serious mental damage, enough to land her in the hospital.

Meanwhile, Steven was right there, vouching for her, branding me a crazy chick pissed off because my plot had failed.

The mob of so-called justice warriors unleashed hell, attacking me everywhere online.

They didn't just troll me with comments—they dug up my address, sent me creepy toys, and even funeral wreaths.

My parents just tried to defend me a couple of times, and they got dragged into the threats too.

[Your whole family's a bunch of shameless dogs! A plagiarist and her loudmouth clan!]

[Like mother, like daughter. With a kid like that, the parents can't be far behind!]

[Your whole family should just disappear—wasting air and food!]

As things got wildly out of hand, my parents decided to lay low in the countryside.

But their escape turned into a nightmare—a deliberate and severe crash caused by those fanatic stalkers on the highway.

I lost my parents, and my sister ended up completely paralyzed, living as a vegetable.

The more I thought about it, the more rage boiled inside me.

This time, I had to uncover the truth, to protect my family at all costs.

Just as I was deep in thought, my phone rang.

It was Ethan Rogers, one of Sarah's fanboys and a classmate of mine.

He started in on me right away, with no pleasantries.

"Nina, seriously? Wasn't once enough? You had to copy Sarah again?"

My heart sank. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not here to waste words. Just check Sarah's latest post."

"Let me tell you, if you try to pull this stunt again, we—the Protectors of Sarah—will make sure you regret it."

I wasted no time and immediately pulled up her page.

The shock was palpable—her design was shockingly similar to mine. Once again.