Fiona looked at Mom, Dad, and George like she was looking at a group of monkeys.

How dare she do that?

My parents and George were all geniuses! Prodigies! I was very proud of them and I refused to let anyone look down on them!

I rushed forward, trying to push Fiona away. However, Mom spoke up just then.

"Are you hungry, Fiona? Here, have some cookies…"

But Mom said that these cookies were for me!

Although I couldn't eat them anymore… Still, how could she reward the bad student who always bullied me at school?

I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

It was as if there was a massive hole in my heart, and blood wouldn't stop pouring out.

Someone next to Fiona suddenly said, "Why would Fiona want your cookies? Your crazy daughter would just get all upset and lie that Fiona was bullying her again!"

Fiona's dad, Bruce Dickson, was the headmaster of our junior high school. Now, he was standing in front of her, shielding her from Mom with a look of disdain on his face. He didn't look pleased.

It was the same exact look he used to threaten me with when I said that Fiona had been bullying me in school. He said that he was going to kick me out of the school back then.

Mom apologized instead, to my shock and horror.

"I'm sorry," she had said. "It's all because that brat is a huge liar!"

Then Mom removed the turquoise amulet from around her neck and pressed it into Fiona's hand.

"Take this necklace as my way of making it up to you. That brat has been eyeing it for a very long time. You can have it instead. Make her jealous of you all you want!"

I glared at the turquoise amulet that Mom was now putting around Fiona's neck.

The amulet had been Grandma's. Grandma gave it to Mom, and Mom also said that she would give it to me next time. The turquoise amulet was supposed to bring good luck and also protect the wearer from harm for the rest of their lives.

But I was dead now, and the amulet was no longer mine.

Mom's love disappeared too.

Mr. Dickson scoffed coldly again and said, "Your daughter is nothing but a troublemaker! How dare she accuse me of playing favorites? I won't let this go if you don't make a public apology about it!"

Mom and Dad, who were still furious with me, immediately posted on all of their social media accounts, painting me as a jealous bitch who framed her deskmate for no good reason.

They then said they were good parents who stood only for the truth. It was I who didn't know any better and turned out to be a rotten child.

At once, everyone in their social circle, including my relatives, began scolding and insulting me.

"I knew it. Her parents are such capable people, but she's the black sheep of the family. She's just rotten on the inside!"

"I could tell since she was a baby that she wasn't good news! Nothing good will ever come out of her!"

Suddenly, I felt suffocated again.

However, Mom and Dad continued playing with Fiona like nothing bad had just happened.

They always told me they were busy with work, but now they were happily snorkeling with Fiona, looking at the corals and tropical fish underwater.

George always told me that he hated stupid people, but he was patiently teaching Fiona how to surf.

And after Fiona got tired, she lay curled up on Mom's lap to nap.

She even put on a show and said, "You're so good to me, Mrs. Johnston! I'm sure that if my mom was still alive, she'd be just like you…"

Mom immediately hugged her with a tender look in her eyes. "You can be my daughter instead and call me 'Mom'!"

Then, what was I?

Dad grinned as he watched Mom and Fiona. "Maybe Fiona could stay with us for a while. Let me see which room would do—"

George suggested, "Tell that idiot to give up her room and then send her off to boot camp instead. She won't be able to cause any trouble for Fiona, then!"

I listened with my own ears as my own family planned to throw me out and replace me with my bully.

Over the next five days, none of them ever brought my name up again.

One day, one of our neighbors finally called Dad.

"Mr. Johnston, I've already called the police. There's a terrible stench coming from your house. It smells like rotting flesh. Or a dead body."

Dad gnashed his teeth angrily. "Gianna Johnston! She must have scattered trash all over the house, making a huge mess!"

Mom also slapped her thighs in anger. "That little troublemaking idiot! How could she stoop so low and eat from the trash? What a freaking humiliation! She's brought nothing but shame to our family!"

They immediately flew home the next day, but it was still too late. The police were already waiting at the front door.

Dad saw that they had gotten a locksmith to open the door. He quickly shoved his hand out, blocking the keyhole.

"Officers! It's just a kid messing around. Please leave. I don't want to embarrass ourselves any further."

The policeman in charge handled the case strictly in accordance with standard protocol.

"Please explain yourselves. Your neighbors saw the three of you leaving for vacation without your youngest daughter. And now, there's a smell of a dead body coming from inside—"

Dad smacked his palm against the door in fury.

"It's all because of that little diabolical brat! She tossed all the kitchen waste onto the ground, letting it rot on the floor! That's why it smells like dead bodies!"

Mom piped up next. "You don't understand, officers. That brat has been a tiresome troublemaker since she was born. I know that she did all this on purpose just to embarrass her family!"

George hammered on the door impatiently.

"Open the door, Gianna Johnston! If you don't want us to go in there and teach you a hard lesson, then come out on your knees and apologize!"

There was only a door separating my body from them.

I stared at my cold, rigid body on the floor and began to cry.

I wanted to open the door for George too! I wanted to hug Mom and Dad! But I couldn't do it anymore.

The policeman asked calmly, "Have you never thought that leaving a child at home alone for a few days might cause her death, simply by accidental electrocution, for instance?"

George scoffed and laughed loudly at that. "Indeed. That idiot…"

Suddenly, his face fell.

Dad was stunned at first. However, he quickly burst into laughter afterward.

"That's impossible! Hahaha! I graduated top of the class from Hafford University with a doctorate in computer science! The smart home that I designed has absolutely no danger or threats!"

"But Dad… I died in the smart home that you built. And I died from choking on the smart pills Mom invented, still grasping George's math problems in my hand," I lamented, unheard.

Mom shook her head mechanically. "You've got to be joking. That idiot was born just to make our lives miserable. How could she possibly be d-d…"

Suddenly, Mom stuttered. It was as if she couldn't say the word "dead" out loud.

But Mom always kept telling me to go kill myself. Her wish had already come true.

The policeman removed Dad's hand and asked the locksmith to continue opening the door.

Dad's breathing tensed.

"I told you that my daughter is fine! She's not dead! You don't believe me?

"Domi! Open the door and show the policemen that the brat is still alive and probably laughing her head off behind the door!"

Since Domi wanted to make sure that the whole house was clean before welcoming Dad into the house, he activated Orbi, who immediately rushed toward me again.

Initially, Mom and Dad could still see my face for the last time if they wanted to. But as Orbi continued slashing its sharp, jagged ends against me, every last shred of skin on my body was sliced and torn into ribbons.

Dad was still in a very smug mood.

"Open your eyes wide and take a good look inside. My daughter is still fine and alive!"

The door opened.

However, the first thing that seeped out from the door was Orbi's dirty mopping water, mixed with my blood, and my unmistakable murky yellow decomposition runoff.

Domi's robotic voice sounded.

"Welcome home, Mr. Johnston. We are happy to serve you."

Meanwhile, Orbi kept repeating, "Cleaning up the trash… Cleaning up the trash…"