1.
"This week's Black List is out already."

"No. way." I shook my head adamantly. "It's not even Monday yet--"

Lucy pulled me out of bed, ignoring my protests and pointed at the dorm's bulletin board. I dragged my feet lazily, knowing that this week's blacklist will be as boring as always. Some ex-popular kids who got caught giving s to their ex-bestfriends' boyfriends. Yawn.

As I got closer, however, a few people began to notice my presence and pointed at me, their faces unreadable. Why? Am I in the blacklist? I hurriedly made my way towards the list. As I got to the end of the list, my heart sunk. It was there, in big bold letters. Someone who is the least to get blacklisted. Straight A student, participating in school charities, this year's elected Class Treasurer.

ALEXIS BAE

My sister.

2. 
At first, I thought this will all go away in a few weeks. A month, at least. 

Well, at this point it's not bloody likely, I thought grimly as I avoid one of the mini-pizzas that flew towards me. A few sympathized, but for the majority of them, picking on the blacklisted ones is a thing for amusement. How do I know this? 

As ironic as it seems, I was one of them. And it seemed like my past victims couldn't get enough of me.

Oh look, it's another mini-pizza. I ducked, but not fast enough.

"That's for the Jell-Os, !" An anonymous voice rang as I blinked back tears. No, I told myself. Everyone's been through this. You must be strong. Do not cry do not cry do not cry--

I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom. They couldn't see me crying there, could they?

3. 
My hands trembled as I wrote her name on the piece of paper. It's only a piece of paper, he whispered to me a few days ago as he handed me the damned thing and told me where to submit it. You know it's just a temporary status right? She won't even realize that it's you - that's the beauty of it!

At first, I was against it. I couldn't bear the thought of her in that position, knowing that I was the one fully responsible. She hates being alone, and I'm going to be the reason why she'll face her fears. But she and I have the same common fear: We fear that someday, someone's going to take our crown away. And that's why I'm doing this.

I gulped and wrote down her name, quickly folded it and - after ensuring no one's around - dropped her name into the unassuming ballot box near the dorm entrance. I have to do this, I thought. It's for the best.

But no matter what, I felt like a horrible, horrible person.

Because you're not supposed to turn your own best friend in.

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poster credit to the perfect notthatroyal who allowed me to put way too many requests on the poster. ily.