I Canceled The Banquet And Let Their Plan Burn Chapter 06
The comment section on Lyra’s TikTok burner account was completely overrun. The latest video alone had over thirty thousand comments, and every single one was tearing her apart.
[So your sister scored a 1580, you scored an 820, and you’re claiming SHE was jealous of YOU? Jealous of what? Your talent for spinning fairy tales?]
[If my sister scored a 1580, I’d be scrubbing her floors for the rest of my life. How do you have the audacity to lie about her hiding your ticket?]
[Wait, so you literally threw yourself a graduation party funded by your sister’s sweat, hijacked her score, and pretended it was yours? That is a whole new level of unhinged.]
[What kind of toxic, sociopathic family is this?]
To make matters even worse, the intern journalist’s exposé was picked up by several prominent local content creators. An educational commentator with a massive following dropped a dedicated
video titled: ‘1580 vs. 820: The Girl Who Had Her Entire Identity Stolen.’
The video racked up over a million views overnight.
The top-voted comment read: [Nadia is a literal saint. She scores in the top tier of the entire state, and instead of throwing her a party, her family forces her to hand the spotlight to an 820-scoring cousin? And they told her not to dress up or wear makeup so she wouldn’t outshine her? Are these
people clinically insane?]
The second highest comment: [I genuinely cannot wrap my brain around this. You ignore your brilliant, high-achieving daughter to cater to the delusions of a manipulative, failing niece? This
family needs psychological evaluation.]
The third top comment was short and brutal: [Nadia, if you’re reading this, run. They are
parasites.]
I was staring at the screenshots on my screen, completely dazed, when my phone suddenly vibrated
violently. It was my brother, Cole.
I hesitated for a beat before tapping answer.
“Nadia! Did you do this?!” Cole’s voice exploded through the receiver, frantic and shaking with a rage so intense it sounded animalistic. “Did you hire reporters to smear Lyra? Do you have any idea
what’s happening right now? She’s being absolutely destroyed online! She’s locked herself in her
room crying, saying she wants to end her life! Are you happy now?!”
I kept my voice dead level. “I didn’t hire any reporters.”
“Quit lying! The article has full audio recordings from the party! If it wasn’t you, who else could
have recorded that?!”
“Was that audio of my mom bragging about how ‘stunning’ Lyra looked? Or was it the recording of you telling me not to steal her spotlight?” I countered, my tone cold as ice. “Cole, open your eyes and actually read that article. Which word in there is a lie? Is the 820 score a lie? Or are the words Lyra used to steal my identity at my own party a lie?”
The line went dead silent for two long seconds.
“I don’t care!” Cole roared, his voice cracking under the strain. “You are going to post a public
statement right now. You’re going to tell everyone that the article is a massive misunderstanding, that you don’t blame Lyra, and that you voluntarily gave up your graduation party for her!”
“And why on earth would I do that?”
“Because she’s your sister! Because she lost her parents! Because you owe her!”
A sharp, mocking laugh escaped my lips. “What exactly do I owe her, Cole?”
“You-” Cole choked, scrambling for words. “You hid her admission ticket! You’re the reason she choked and ended up with an 820! How do you not owe her?!”
I took a deep, steadying breath. This would be the absolute last time I ever explained myself to him.
“Cole, listen to me very carefully. The only reason Lyra ever managed to get regular A’s on her high
school midterms was because she sat next to me and copied my papers. She couldn’t cheat on the
actual standardized SAT, and that 820 is her true, unvarnished academic level. As for the missing admission ticket? I didn’t touch it, and frankly, I don’t care. But you three chose to believe her lies
for three straight years without asking me for the truth even once.”
I paused, letting the finality of my words sink in.
“As of today, I am done with this family. I don’t have a brother anymore.”
I hung up. This time, I blocked Cole’s number permanently.
