When Friends Become Your Cruelest Foes

my' s lounge. As the scholarship student, managing our class' s two-million-dollar art

ed-my childhood friend, Mark Miller, seized the microphone. "Our class art fund has been mis

, judging, accusing. Tiffany, Mark' s girlfriend, stood by his side, her feigned sympathy a

tion screen behind him flashed a balance of $1,250.34, sealing my fate. "Just tell us what

p. Framed me. The rage and humiliation were suffocating, but a cold resolve began to cr

eat, but with a fierce determination. I would find