The state lottery ticket I'd bought two days ago had hit. Eighty million dollars.
I almost jumped off my feet.
My family had never had money. I'd been paying my college tuition with manuscript fees and student loans.
The only reason I'd entered this contest in the first place was for the three-hundred-thousand-dollar prize.
Now that I had money, the contest result didn't matter anymore.
And just like that, a plan hit me—a way to make Geoffrey Harrington, that shameless habitual thief, pay the price.
I didn't tell a soul about the win.
Instead, I revised my contest submission and uploaded it.
Geoffrey liked to copy?
Then I'd give him something to copy.
The second the contest closed, Geoffrey rushed to go live, bragging about his contest experience.
Comments flooded the chat:
"Bro you're way too confident lol, top three for sure right??"
Geoffrey hadn't even opened his mouth before Clara jumped into the comments:
"Top three?? Geoff's getting first, obviously. Not even a question!"
The chat erupted, everyone congratulating him.
But Geoffrey's gloating didn't last long. The color drained from his face.
Viewers were still confused when several police officers walked into the frame.
