Framed by the Popular Girl

Ashley was the most popular girl in school. Rich. Perfect.

When she said she liked me… I believed her. Then her best friend Chad’s luxury watch

went missing. I walked into class to see my backpack dumped out. Everyone was staring.

“Ash,” Chad said, “tell your boyfriend to give it back.” Whispers exploded. Financial aid.

Criminal dad. I looked at Ashley—waiting. She smiled. “It’s just a watch. I’ll buy another.”

That’s when I knew. She never believed me. I asked to check the cameras.

She laughed. “They broke yesterday. If you needed money, just say so.” My birthday lunch—my

dad’s pot roast—spilled on the floor. “My family’s poor,” I said, “but I don’t steal.”