All Chapters of Swapped at the SATs: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

I died on Christmas Eve, in the middle of a packed street.Snow kept falling, slow and steady, until it buried me.Just minutes before, I was outside in rags, watching my "family" laugh through their holiday dinner.That's when I heard it—the truth.I wasn't their daughter.I never looked like Amelia, but Mom always said we were fraternal twins. I believed her.Turns out, they pulled me from an orphanage because the System told them to—just so they could steal my future when the SATs hit.I was always top of my class. But thanks to them, I tanked. Amelia came out shining, ranked first in the city.Ivy League scouts and local reporters wouldn't stop calling.I was supposed to be the school's Ivy League pick. But the second my score tanked, it blew up online.Every feed was flooded with people calling me a fraud.My parents doubled down, told reporters I'd been cheating for years. Said I got caught senior year.Colleges dropped me instantly.Then they said I'd shamed the fam

Chapter 2

It had been the same last time. One look like that, and I'd cave—every time.Their "small favor" meant risking everything just to feed Amelia answers for a whole year.Once, a teacher even caught me. I took the fall to protect her. That lie? It became their biggest piece of "proof" when they told the world I was a cheater.I kept my face soft, eyes downcast—but inside, I was done playing nice."Dad, Mom, Amelia... It's not what you think. I've been dizzy a lot. Short of breath. Even had a nosebleed in class. My teacher said I should take a year off to rest."Back then, I survived on scraps while Amelia got the good stuff. I scrubbed their clothes in freezing water, handled all the chores, studied until my body broke down.No sleep, no food, no care—just endless tutoring and pressure.Of course I collapsed. Of course I died that night.I'd tried to speak up before.They never listened.But this time, I was done sacrificing myself. That fear—freezing to death, alone—still clung

Chapter 3

I added, all soft and shaky, "I really want to help out, but my body's just not holding up. If I push it, I might have to take medical leave like the teacher warned... and it's such an important year. I don't even know if I'll do okay on the SATs..."Last time, I couldn't live in the dorms. Had to come home daily just to cook for them. I even packed balanced meals for Amelia while I ate leftovers. Still, I studied like crazy—because it was the only shot I had.I let a few tears slip, lifted my pale face, and hit them with the saddest look I could pull off.Mom jumped in fast. "Don't worry about the house. We'll handle it. Just focus on getting better and studying. Starting now, you'll stay at school. I'll make you something nice on the weekends."I gave her a small, guilty nod.Inside? I was laughing.They weren't helping me—they just wanted to dump me at school. Like a couple of weekend meals could buy off my future?No chance. Everything you stole from me last time—I'm taking

Chapter 4

Mom's voice turned syrupy. "Not like Amelia—she's gorgeous and so well-behaved."Dad sighed. "It'll be fine once she graduates. If Amelia gets into Harven University and things click with the Ashford heir..."Harven. One of the top schools.Julian Ashford had just gotten in this year. They wanted Amelia trailing after him, banking on proximity magic.The Ashfords—owners of the Ashbourne Group—were the kind of dynasty that arranged marriages. The snag? Julian's mom, famous for being a snob about academics. She'd flat-out said only Ivy League girls deserved her son. So, with a Harven acceptance, Amelia had a shot.So that was it. They didn't dismiss me just for being plain. I wasn't loved because I wasn't pretty? My pale face came from years of skipping meals, my weak body from taking care of them.Even the scar Mom hated looking at—she gave me that. Poured boiling water on me when I was little. Thinking back, that's about when their "love" started disappearing.The scar's barely

Chapter 5

Just like last time, with my help Amelia and I landed second and first in the grade.But this time, I was "too sick" to do chores—so they all landed on her.She even had to stay up half the night simmering my so-called special broth. If she refused, no food for her. Mom would smile and call it a diet.At school, I kept piling it on. Playing the weak card, I sent her running errands off campus, left her standing in the cold or blazing sun waiting for me.Her glare could've sliced me open. If she didn't still need me, she'd have snapped by now.But Amelia—this is nothing. I was your servant for eighteen years.In elementary school, you made me crawl so you could ride me like a horse. You dumped colored pens in my food.In middle school, you turned the whole class against me. Cut my hair with scissors, mocked my scars, accused me of stealing. When a senior helped me and I wrote him a thank-you note, you spread it around, sneering that I was a nobody chasing out of my league.Fresh

Chapter 6

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton."Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton."As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."They just stood there, stunned. I wasn't finished.I slid out my phone and held up a picture of me with Julian. "And this guy? Pretty sure you all know him."Amelia's jaw clenched so tight I thought a tooth might snap.Then she lunged. "You delusional bitch! Give me back my future! That was supposed to be mine! I've known Julian since we were kids—I've worked all these years just for him."We promised to meet again at Harven. You think you can rise from the ashes and steal my life?! Dream on! I'm Julian's girlfriend! I'm his future wife!"She came at me wild—too bad ra

Chapter 7

That's enough. Mom, Dad—you've done your part. Now stay out of my life.I picked Harven University for me. Not for Julian. Best program, best shot at my future. But if they wanted to believe it was about him? Whatever.They wouldn't shut up about "catching" him.They swore Julian and Amelia had some middle school fling. Said it fizzled because they were too young and Amelia couldn't keep her grades up.Their genius plan? Act like Amelia, tug on his nostalgia.When I first saw Julian, his eyes lit up. Yeah—he thought I was her.I dropped my gaze and played along. Couldn't bring them down yet. Not time.***Once school started, I figured I wouldn't see Julian much—we were in different majors and campus was massive.But nope. He popped up everywhere.Dining hall? Suddenly there.After gym workout? Handing me water.Library? Sitting right across from me.Hard to miss the pattern—he thought I was Amelia and kept orbiting me. In my past life, Amelia would've milked it. Too bad I

Chapter 8

The memories only clicked once he laid it all out. Back in middle school, Amelia hadn't started tormenting me yet.One lunch break, I went up to the rooftop to study—my usual spot—and found Julian there. He helped me crack a math problem I'd been stuck on forever. We walked down together after.That's when Amelia turned on me. I never set foot on that rooftop again.Later, her lackeys cornered me in the bathroom after school. Julian, staying late for piano, stumbled across it and pulled me out. But he was about to graduate, and I was a wreck—so it ended there.He reminded me we'd promised to hit Northbridge together, then Harven. He's the one who drilled it into me that studying was the only escape.But then my parents got transferred, and I landed at Fairmont High. I forgot everything. Never thought he'd still hold on."What about your big love story with Amelia?""Amelia? Your sister? I've never even met her."So Amelia spun that romance out of thin air—just another lie to ke

Chapter 9

I'd been too soft. I never thought they'd sink this low. Too soft, too blind.***I lay there, wrists burning from the ropes, too tight to even twitch. My phone was way out of reach. No one in this house would help me. I felt like a fish on land, just waiting to die.The doorknob turned. I shut my eyes, bracing for the worst."Evelina, I'm here to get you out."I opened them. A frail woman stood there—hair a mess, body all bones. Her robe slipped off her shoulder, showing bruises and ugly marks on her neck, cuts and scars running down her arms and legs.My own face stared back at me.Amelia.She didn't say much, just knelt down and sliced the ropes with a small knife."All these years, I was just their puppet," she whispered. "I stopped even knowing what I was doing, if it was wrong. But after they threw me out, after I was digging through trash for food... that's when I finally saw how worthless their love really was."She sighed, limping down to cut the ropes at my ankles.

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