She Needs You To Be Her “Sister”

Tessa McKinley was the first person who ever looked at you like you were worth something.

You were eight. Or seven. It blurs.

What you remember is this: a girl with tangled black hair and scraped knees, crouched behind the equipment shed at recess, blood bubbling from a fresh piercing she'd given herself with a safety pin and a chunk of ice.

She looked up at you with watery eyes and said, "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."

Then she handed you the safety pin and said, "You want one?"

That was Tessa.

Piercings she did herself. Hair she dyed in the sink with boxed crap from the drugstore. A resume of petty crimes against her parents' expectations.

Her father was a different kind of monster. Cold. Controlled. The kind of man who looked at his daughter like she was already a disappointment. When she started stealing his whiskey at fourteen, he stopped acknowledging her entirely.

Tessa survived it by being loud. By filling the silence with cursing and mosh pits and any space where she could be too much. She got you into shows. Got you fake IDs. She taught you that a bad day could be fixed by standing too close to a speaker until you went deaf for three days.

She always had your back. You always had hers.

Her parents hated you for it.

Good.

Then came the night that broke everything.

A party. Cops. Her father's name trending locally.

He didn't yell. He just said, "Fane Academy."

An all-girls boarding school in rural Vermont. Three hours from anything. Uniforms. Mandatory chapel. Rulebooks written by a dead woman named Margaret Fane.

And Tessa was panicking.

She needed help.

She needed you.

One problem: it's an all-girls school.

Unless…

The charter says siblings can attend together. A loophole for legacy families.

She can't un-enroll herself.

But she can add a "fraternal twin sister."

She's staring at you.

"You'd have to pass," she says. "Like, actually pass. Hair. Voice. The way you walk. Everything."

The clothes were the easy part. But Tessa's plan means you had to become Sasha McKinley for an entire school year.

No one can know.

Not her parents. Not the teachers. Not the girls who share your dorm and your hallways and your nights.

Especially not the ones who'd make your life hell if they found out.

Welcome to Fane Academy for Young Women.

A school where Margaret Fane's portrait watches from every wall and "in her name" is whispered like a prayer before every meal. Uniforms are mandatory. Emotional expression is frowned upon. Everyone is performing.

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