All Chapters of Fatal Frequency: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

I sat on the grass under the shade of a tree, clutching my stomach like I was trying to hold my insides together.Out on the field, the rest of the class was roasting alive under the brutal sun. They had their chins up and chests out as they marched in time. The drill sergeant demanded perfection in every movement.In my last life, I was too caught up in the excitement of starting college to realize that the people standing in front of me were the ones who would eventually destroy me.Right on cue, a voice echoed in my head. It was the inner monologue of the campus belle, Chloe Yates."What should I do? Should I tell everyone that Sylvie Blaire is faking it? If she gets caught, the sergeant is gonna punish the whole class just because of her."I looked up. Chloe was right at the front of the formation, leading the squad. She did not look back, but I did not miss the smirk plastered on her face."Ugh, I literally saw her eating ice cream at lunch. She's definitely not on her perio

Chapter 2

I woke up in the infirmary.The captain—the head of the program—was tearing into the drill sergeant.Seeing that I was awake, the captain addressed me, "Ms. Blaire." He then shoved the sergeant forward. "Miller here wrongfully accused you. I'm going to make him apologize in public to clear your name."I kept my head down, playing the traumatized victim. "Captain, I don't need an apology. I just want a new drill sergeant."He listened to the rumors Chloe started and decided I was a liar without verifying anything. Someone like that doesn't deserve to wear the uniform.The captain nodded grimly. He did not even hesitate. "Done."Miller Vance looked like a ghost. He opened his mouth to beg, but one look from the captain shut him up.Once I was cleared to leave, the captain personally escorted me back. He cleared my name and forced the sergeant to apologize publicly.The former drill sergeant looked like he wanted to vomit. "Ms. Blaire, I was wrong to accuse you of faking illness

Chapter 3

The atmosphere in the room curdled instantly. The sympathetic looks vanished, replaced by suspicion and hostility.Chloe's mind would not shut up."Ugh, if a scammer like Sylvie gets the grant, what happens to the kids who actually need it? Without this money, some of them might have to drop out. She's literally stealing education from the poor just to feed her vanity. Doesn't she feel bad?"Mr. Carter's expression darkened with every word, and he cut me off before I could speak.He said coldly, "Sylvie, clearly, your family isn't struggling as much as you claim. We'll be allocating this year's grant to someone else."I did not panic. I did not flinch. I just calmly pulled a stack of paperwork from my bag."Sir, these are my verified documents from social services. They prove my financial status is exactly what I say it is." I held them up. "I need this grant just as much as anyone else here."His expression wavered, and he looked unsure.Seizing the moment, I pulled out my pho

Chapter 4

The whole class whipped their heads back and forth between Grandma and me, confused.Grandma reached into the inner pocket of her worn-out jacket and pulled out a small bag of cash. She pressed it into my hands.It was mostly nickels, dimes, and crinkled one-dollar bills. Nothing larger than a 20-dollar bill. However, I knew what this was—it was months of Grandma's hard work, scavenging cans and cardboard to sell at the recycling center.She said, her voice trembling, "Sylvie, when you left for college, I didn't have any money to give you. This is from selling scraps this month. You keep it for food. Don't lose it."My throat tightened, and tears stung my eyes. I pushed the money back into her rough hands."Grandma, I don't need it. I applied for the financial aid grant. I'll have money soon."Grandma's face lit up with pure relief. She shuffled over to Mr. Carter and grabbed his hand, shaking it gratefully. "You must be Sylvie's teacher, right? Thank you. Thank you for giving th

Chapter 5

Mr. Carter blinked while holding the crumpled papers. "Mr. Higgins, it's just a newspaper. What's the big deal?"Mr. Higgins looked ready to bust a blood vessel. He shoved a photo that took up a third of the front page right under Mr. Carter's nose. "Look! Who is that?"Mr. Carter squinted. Then, his face went pale."Wait... Is that Sylvie? Since when is she the 'Pride of Blackwood Ridge'? The only college student from there in 20 years?"The reporters trailing Mr. Higgins chimed in, "We just got the news. We heard Sylvie was enrolled here, so we rushed over for an exclusive interview."Mr. Carter shook his head, desperate to salvage the situation. "That's fake news. I'm telling you, Sylvie isn't from Blackwood Ridge."The reporters exchanged confused glances. "How would you know?"Mr. Carter let out a sneer. "Look at her! She's dripping in designer gear from head to toe. Blackwood Ridge is the boonies, the poorest place in the country. If she's really from there, where is she g

Chapter 6

Chloe and Mr. Carter started to smirk again, sensing a loophole.I continued, "Aside from the dumpster finds, some are donations." I lifted a foot. "These shoes? Donated by a philanthropist. It was all over the news a while back."A reporter whipped out her phone. Two seconds later, she found the article. She looked from her screen to my feet.She announced, "It's a match. Exactly the same pair."The smirk vanished from Mr. Carter's face. My classmates turned their glares on him and Chloe.Grandma wiped a tear from her cheek, her voice trembling."Oh, Sylvie, this is all my fault. I thought the shoes were pretty, so I made you wear them. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been expelled."The room went deadly quiet.The reporters looked up, confused. "Expelled? What do you mean, expelled?""Why is Sylvie getting expelled over a pair of shoes?"Grandma's finger trembled with rage as she pointed at Mr. Carter. "He claims that just because Sylvie wears designer brands, she is

Chapter 7

With Mr. Carter gone, Mr. Higgins announced right there that I was getting the financial aid grant.The other applicants, realizing I was genuinely in a tighter spot than they were, accepted it without complaint.That night, the biggest news station in the state aired the whole fiasco, along with an interview they did with me.My story went viral. Before I knew it, kind strangers were reaching out, offering to sponsor my tuition.I did not turn them down. With the extra support, I would not have to work three jobs just to survive. I would finally have time to take care of Grandma.That was when I found out the truth—Grandma had taken a sleeper bus for over 30 hours to get here, just to save money on the fare. There was no way I was letting her go back alone. After a lot of begging and pleading, I convinced her to stay.She rented a tiny basement room off-campus and started collecting bottles to support herself. I picked up weekend shifts to help her out.Just like that, a month

Chapter 8

Seeing that the room was clear, Chloe dropped the innocent act. Her face twisted into a sinister smirk.She gloated, saying, "So what if I am? I dusted the room with a little something to trigger your heart condition."She stepped closer, looking way too pleased with herself. "Bet you didn't see this coming, did you? I already swiped your meds. Oh, and your phone? Smashed it."She laughed. "Even the drill sergeant and Mr. Carter were easy to manipulate. They heard my 'inner voice' trash-talking you and swallowed the lie whole. Too bad those idiots are just spineless sheep like the rest of this class. They've let you stay here for way too long."I stared at her, forcing out the words. "I've never... offended you. Why?"Chloe loomed over me like a vulture waiting for a snack. "Because your existence blocks my path. Enjoy your final moments, Sylvie. From now on, you don't exist.""Is that right?"The corner of my mouth twitched upward.Chloe froze. "What?"I slowly stood up, brus

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