Billie POV
I couldn't sleep as I stared at the piece of paper that had brought me so much happiness. All my worries were swept away, and I felt like a huge boulder had been lifted off my shoulders. Whoever this person was, they surely had to be my guardian angel. I looked at the number written beneath the letter. There was one thing I hadn’t shared with my mom, dad, or Blake—I knew it was a website, but I couldn’t tell them for fear of tearing the paper. The number was written backward, but I quickly figured it out. I took out my phone and punched in the numbers. At first, it rang for a minute before redirecting me to a voicemail. “Hey there, angel! I knew you would call me,” the voice said. I froze. What the hell was this? He knew I was going to call him! That meant he must have had this number just for me; a blush crept over my cheeks. I knew no one was around, but I still tried to hide it. The sweet, husky voice that made my heart skip a beat spoke again: “How was your letter? I hope your mom received it and you read it in front of your dad and your skeptical sister. I’m glad you did! You don’t need to be amazed at how I know all this; I just have experience. Anyway, it’s wonderful to see that great smile on your face, and I would like to talk to you further. I will send you a website—make sure to sign in, and then we can chat.” I quickly raced to the other side of the room to grab a pen and paper. I was just too happy. How could someone I didn't know know this much about me? He knew I wasn’t at home and that he sent the letter to my mom. He also knew I was going to read it to my twin and my dad, and how shocked my sister would be when she heard the letter. He had it all timed perfectly. I didn't know what to call him. “Okay, I see you have your pen and paper. Now, let’s calm down. The address is ‘guardian@website.com.’ Make sure to sign in immediately.” With that, the voicemail ended, and I tried calling the number again, but it had already been blocked, or something like that. I quickly scrolled through my laptop and entered the website. It loaded quickly, displaying a green background. It wasn’t like any website I had seen; it had just a home button and a "chat me" option. It seemed like I was the only one on the website, which meant he had only created it for me—not just because he was helping me, but for something more… A message popped up on the screen as I finished signing up. “Nice to meet you, Billie. I'm waiting to get to know you better,” it read. I smiled. “Nice to meet you too…” I hesitated, not knowing what to call him. Should I call him “MN” or something else? But I decided to give him my own name, even though he told me to call him MN. “Guardian angel, it’s a pleasure,” I typed. An emoji appeared on the screen. “You gave me a name I am thankful for. Anyway, I would like to introduce myself, but I want to remain anonymous for some reason, so I’d like you to go on and tell me about yourself.” Why would he want to hide his identity? What was he planning? Anyway, I tapped on the bottom, guessing I would just have to keep typing if I wanted to get to know him. “My name is Billie; you already know me. I also have a twin called Blake. You already know that...” I didn't know what else to type; he knew so much already… “Glad to know that, Billie. For now, I’ll introduce a little about myself. I am M.N., a student just like you and an explorer.” I smiled—a student, an explorer. He was playing hard to get. But before I could type any further, a new message appeared. “It’s nice talking to you, Billie. I think it’s time for you to go to bed and have an early night’s sleep. I will also be getting some sleep. Meet me on the website at eight o'clock tomorrow, and we will take this slowly. Bye.” “Bye,” I typed and sent. The message was replied to with a love emoji. I went offline, shut down my laptop, and went to bed. It took me an hour to drop the letter on the table. It felt like a dream, but then I drifted off, enjoying the sweet breeze of early December. I just hoped every day would be like this—people to love me and care. **Third Person POV** I stood outside the car, looking at the faint movement in the lighted room on the top floor. I pressed on my laptop, smiling at the same time. She is happy, I could feel it, and I am glad I did what I did. The air was getting too much, and I couldn't handle it all. I typed a goodnight message, and she replied. I sent her a love emoji and went offline. Of course, I wanted to tell her who I was, but if I did, it would spoil the fun I was going to have, and it would only make her relentless. I want to do something for her—something that would make her feel special—but I plan to take it at a slow pace. As the light went out in the room, I mouthed, “Goodnight, my angel,” as the darkness enveloped the night. **Billie’s POV** “What?” Ann yelled, but she stopped as people passed by and stared at her, giving her the “What are you doing with the elephant?” stare. They shook their heads and went on their way. Ann clutched my hands. “I can't believe it, Billie. You mean some random guy—someone who knew so much about you—sent you a postcard intentionally saying that you are beautiful and made you read it in front of Blake to make her mad?” I nodded. “He did it on purpose.” Ann smiled. “What do you call him, MN?” I blushed. “I named him.” She looked at me, shocked. “What name did you give him?” I was about to tell her when we heard a yell from the other end of the locker area. A crowd of students had gathered, all staring at something. I was ready to ignore it, but then I recognized the voice. It was Blake. “You freak” she yelled slamming her hand in the locker of John as he was just about to open it. “I knew you would do this, I knew you can't be trusted. How dare you go at my back and write her a letter pretending to be MN or whatever. You bitch” John stared at her confused. “ What do you mean? Wrote a letter to who?” Blake fumed the more. “Don't act like you know nothing you dumbass. You wrote a letter to Billie telling her she is the most beautiful girl in the world and even better than me, you betrayed me” John's eyes lighted so the students as they gazed at me. Ann held my hand as Blake stormed out of the passage, Alisha and Sofia going after her calling her back. John turns to face me his eyes blazing with anger that it could swallow her up. He locked his locker and began walking towards me and Ann. I knew from the look that he was angry and I was in shit.**John’s POV** I stood by my locker, peering at a group of girls chatting on the other side of the hall. I knew a few of them from hanging out with Blake, but she was nowhere to be seen. Her best friend, Alisha, was missing too. What could possibly be going on? Blake was usually here by now; she was always surrounded by some group of girls—she was the popular one. Girls like her were always making new friends, unlike her sister. I glanced over at Billie, who was busy muttering to her only friend, Ann. They seemed to be happily chatting, and Billie was blushing the entire time. What could possibly be making her so happy? And why was she blushing? This was a new development. I had never seen her laugh like this before. Since Ann became her friend, Billie didn’t seem the same. She used to be the gloomy one, always sulking. People didn’t really like her, and I didn't either; I just used her to get good grades in English class. Now that I no longer needed her help, our connection had f
**Ann's POV** It had been three hours, and I still hadn’t found her. “Billie!” I called out, hoping to locate her soon. I checked the classroom, the lab, and the cafeteria, but she was nowhere to be found. Had she gone home? I wondered. But it couldn’t be. Billie wasn’t the type to leave school at this time. I started to think about what John might have said to her. I just hope she’s okay. I truly do. She means more to me than just a friend; she's practically a sister. Even though I was approached by many girls who wanted me to stop befriending Billie, I declined. They even said they wouldn’t hang out with me because of her, but I didn’t care. To me, Billie was special. I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt protective over her, especially since John broke her heart and her sister betrayed her. She’s been living a tough life. Billie is truly strong, and I’ve always admired her. I often wonder how long she had to endure everything on her own before she met me. I’m just gratef
Nate POV This morning was something I had dreaded for a while. As soon as my brother parked outside the school and I stepped out of the car, all eyes turned to me. They couldn’t deny my charm, could they? I was tall—six feet, not three (just kidding)—and muscular, with wavy hair that I brushed back, covering most of my neck. Although my hair was long, I had it cut before coming to this school. I had blue eyes like my mom and a pointed nose that seemed to drive all the girls crazy. This wasn’t my first time at a new school; it felt more like my hundredth. I had just moved from California to this small town after my dad passed away. My mom returned to her hometown to settle down, as many widows do. She refused to remarry and decided to focus on raising us. Although we weren’t kids anymore, she still treated us like we were, and I loved it that way. I was the charming, handsome boy of the family, while my sister was the "witch," as I affectionately called her. “Hey, boy!” Zack called
Billie pov “No,” I said. Ann threw a hard glance at me, and I smiled. She shook her head, disappointed. The new boy looked confused for a moment, and then he smiled at me as if he understood my intention. It seemed like he was smiling at me. I hid my eyes and faced my parents and Mr. Rogers. And The memory earlier came playing in my Head. I raced out of the room where I had been earlier with John. My heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces. I knew it was a lie; it wasn’t a prank. John was lying, and I could see it. But I didn’t know what to think. Why is my life such a mess? I can’t tolerate it anymore. How could MN be someone who knew John? I thought it was a prank, a bet. I dashed into one of the toilets and broke down. I hadn’t cried like this before. I didn’t know what to do now; I just needed some time alone. My life had always been difficult, and just when I started to have hope with M.N., I was thrown back again. Of course, how could someone like me be l
Billie pov I lay on my bed, unable to sleep after everything that had happened. A slow smile crept across my face as I remembered our drive home. The drive with Nate and Ann was something I hadn’t expected from the new guy. He seemed genuinely kind and, of course, jovial. He had volunteered to drive us home and borrowed his brother's car, who had come to visit him. Nate had been ranting non-stop for what felt like an hour, which put Ann on edge. She hated how he was trying to be nice, even though she resented him; after all, she had been in the same position as him. But after he saved me from Blake, she had formed a good impression of him. “Hey, girls, aren’t you some item?” he joked as he turned onto the bumpy road. Ann smirked. I hardly ever saw her smirk, but I noticed it now as she shot an angry look at Nate. “What do you mean by 'an item'?” she asked, her voice sharper than usual. “I mean, you act like her sister even though you’re not, while her sister acts like her rival.
Blake POV I strode back into the corridor, Mom and Dad behind me as they spoke to Mr. Rogers. Billie had left with her friend and the new boy. I couldn't stop wondering what she had done. How could she still defend me after I had done something horrible to her? The look on her face was one I had never seen before; she didn’t feel like the Billie I knew. She always acted weak and would seek help from anyone willing to offer it. What was she doing? I thought. She seemed like a different person, brave even. I hated the expression she had. How could she act so good after what happened? I always wanted her to be afraid of me. I wanted her to keep her distance because I didn’t want anyone to know she was my sister—my twin. It was embarrassing and depressing. I knew it hadn’t always been like this when we were kids. “The castle is almost finished!” small, chubby Billie chuckled as she molded the sandcastle with her delicate hands. I had to admit she was always good at art, while I was bus
Billie POV I slowly got up from bed as the alarm went off, ringing loudly enough to almost burst my eardrums. I reached out and pressed the button to silence it. I leaped out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom for my early morning visit. After a few minutes, I came out only to hear something that nearly made me want to throw up. “Oh God, Ann, what are you doing here so early?” Mom's voice echoed from downstairs. My ears pricked up. I must be dreaming, I thought. “I came to pick Billie up for school. Since we have a project to work on today, I had to get her early,” Ann's cooing voice was instantly recognizable. What the hell is she doing here? I couldn't believe it. She had come to pick me up? The last time I checked, I didn't have any project with her. It was a blatant lie. Why was she here? I needed to find out. Mom's voice sounded again, and then I heard the front door creak open and close. I knew Ann had entered and that Mom was busy giving her directions to my room.
Billie POV "You have to look really good, Billie," Ann said as she tried on various outfits for me. I sat by the mirror, watching her select the clothes I was supposed to wear for my date. It was she who had made me wear that strange dress that caught everyone's attention. While I was cornered by John, Nate came to my rescue, but then he also went a bit crazy and asked me out on a date. I couldn’t believe it. How could I go on a date with the most handsome boy in our year? I felt a mix of emotions—half happy, half amazed, and also half sad. I knew I’d been on the girls' red list since the beginning, and now it seemed they had a real reason to disturb my peace. "I think this one suits you," Ann said, pulling me back from my thoughts as she held up a long pink dress with short sleeves. I recognized it right away; she had bought it for me the day we went shopping together. I shot her a concerned look, trying to make her feel guilty. "Ann, don't forget that you were against this date
Billie POV As I stood there, I could already feel the sweat forming on my brow, and the tall man walking towards me only intensified my discomfort. He was handsome with perfectly defined muscles, a slight mustache, and tousled hair. His physique reminded me of Nate's, but Nate was undeniably more attractive.The man wore a long leather jacket and black trousers, and his smile was striking, giving him a model-like appearance. I couldn't help but wonder, Who is this man? When he reached me, he asked, “Are you looking for someone?” His voice was deep and directed at me with an assertive tone. Though I didn’t know him, being lost in the middle of nowhere and the midst of a race, I felt I had no choice but to respond. Perhaps he could help me find the person I was looking for.“Yeah, have you seen a girl who looks like me, but…” I gestured with my hand to indicate my size for him to see. His eyes widened as if he hadn’t noticed my weight before. Then he smirked. “Much larger than you, ri
Billie POV The next few days were awful. I had to stick to a strict diet, training, and exercise regimen. I had never pushed myself like this before, but I knew that I would eventually start seeing results. However, the other contestants were making it difficult for me. They hurled insults that were much more painful than the names I had been called at home. Thankfully, Betty was the only one by my side. She stayed quiet whenever I was attacked, but she stuck by me whenever I was being bullied. I couldn't blame her; she was scared and had faced many challenges like mine, but she hadn't overcome them yet. As for me, I still had my battles to fight, and it took me some time to start making progress.Savannah, our instructor, was kind and beautiful, but she also had her backstory, just like the rest of us. She was once chubby like us, and after undergoing this training, she chose to become a teacher and help others. I didn't think I would follow the same path, especially since Savannah
Betty POV The moment she got thrown on the floor, I couldn't take it anymore. Of course, I had heard about her, but over the last few days that she had been here, I had gotten to know her. She was mistreated and tossed aside, just like I had been, like all of us here who were bullied by our peers because of our weight. I had been through hell and back; my friends abandoned me, my best friend did too, and even our neighbors stopped talking to me. I felt all alone.Before the break, I didn't even go to school; I was used to sitting at home. My mom tried to convince me to speak with the teachers about the bullying I faced from my classmates, but I stopped her. I didn’t want that because I knew it would only double the bullying. My mom didn’t understand me; no one in my family did, except for Grandma McCarthy. She was the only one who truly got it. She told me that her grandchildren were also like me. Though they were twins, one was the epitome of beauty while the other was the big, fat,
Billie POV I gulped down my toast and drank my coffee. The rich aroma hit me like it was brand new. This was the most delicious coffee I had tasted in a while. It had been two days since I arrived in Miami, and I could honestly say everything was going well. The view from my grandmother's porch was beautiful, and the atmosphere was vibrant. For once, I understood how it felt when someone decided to change their environment. Perhaps this was what my mom was afraid of—me not coming back home. But I still had unfinished business back home. I mean, unfinished business—only I understood, and I carried that weight in my stomach. It was going to be tough.In the past two days, I had tried calling Ann, but my calls wouldn’t go through. I kept getting her voicemail, and it seemed she wasn't checking it. I wondered what had happened. It was strange; I felt like I must have done something wrong, or maybe she lost her phone. But I couldn't think of anything I had done. Maybe she was just busy, I
Billie POV Days passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was on my way to Miami. As I stepped off the plane and into Miami International Airport, the humid air enveloped me like a warm hug. The sounds of salsa music and lively chatter filled my ears, a stark contrast to the quiet, small-town life I was used to. Back home, the airport is a tiny terminal with a handful of gates and a view of cornfields. Miami's airport, on the other hand, is a bustling hub with sleek glass walls, tropical plants, and people from all walks of life rushing to their next destinations. The vibrant atmosphere was infectious, and I felt a thrill of excitement as I navigated through the crowded concourse. Everything about this place exuded energy and excitement—so different from my quiet rural town.We took a cab to Lane, where Grandma lives. It had been years since I had visited, and I couldn't remember much, but I could say Miami was the biggest city I had ever been to. Unlike my small town, Miami had tall s
Ann POV “Did you tell her?” Her voice echoed from the other end of the room. I shook my head. “No, I think she's too caught up in her plans to go to Miami,” I replied, shooting a look at the blonde girl.“Why did you have to approach her? You caused all this,” I added.“What, caused?” Valentine laughed. “That I warned her about the threats surrounding her?”“This was none of your concern. And what about him? Why does he care for her as if she owes him something? Or is she just bait? You think I don't know what he’s planning?” I growled at her, but she merely chuckled.“Oh, you see, Mrs. Ann, or whatever you call yourself, Billie needs help, and that’s what I provided—help. I also prepared a place for her. Do you like that she was threatened by her friends and drugged at the party? Do you like that?” I flinched at the mention of being drugged. She knew exactly what would rile me up or make me go silent, but I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.“She is my friend. Stay away from her.
Billie POV “What?” The trail of Anna’s hair hung down her neck. “You are traveling with your grandma?” I nodded. She was just processing the information, so I could see she was shocked. I wasn’t surprised, but it was sudden for me, and I hadn’t had time to tell her last night since she was with me at the hospital, and I could bet she was tired. When I finally told her, she was both shocked and happy. “As happy as I am, I’m also sad,” she said. “It’s going to be boring without you.” I understood. I would also miss her; I’d be gone for three months. I was wondering how I would cope without her. Truthfully, Anna had always kept me company since the time I met her; she was a good friend, and I could count on her. I wanted to tell her about MN and Valentine. I didn’t want to hide anything from her—she was the only one on my side. She really knew me. So, I decided to share. “Look, Anna, I have to tell you something.” I said, and she turned to face me with a serious look, studying m
Billie POV That was it, I thought as I lay on my bed, playing with my phone. I could tell Mom was disappointed; from the way she looked and sounded, it was clear she was sad about me leaving. I never knew she had this emotional side to her. She had always been distant, but unlike my dad, she paid little attention to me. Still, that didn’t erase the past. Blake was always the favorite. Anyway, that was behind me; it had been last night since the conversation with Mom and Grandma, and I could tell they hadn’t discussed it further.Grandma was given the guest room downstairs, where she always preferred to stay, complaining about having to go up and down the house. She hated exercise. They had finally given her approval—not that she needed it anyway—to take me away.So, it was just a day before I was set to spend the holiday with Grandma in Miami, and I don’t know why, but I could feel excitement stirring inside me. It was the kind of feeling I hadn’t experienced in a long time.Ann was
Billie POV I slowly turned over in my bed as the night dragged on. The memories of the previous evening flooded my mind, especially Grandma's sudden appearance. She was never one to show up somewhere without a reason, and her visit this time was because of MN. Although I thought I had lost contact with him, it seemed he had been messaging my grandma. The chat I had seen indicated they had been in touch for a while, but I didn’t know much beyond that. It appeared he had been keeping tabs on everything I did and was aware of what was happening in my life. However, I didn’t feel anyone suspicious around me or that I was being monitored. Everyone around me just went about their daily routine of bullying me, and Ann being who she was, so how could it be so easy for someone to pry into my life and know about the incident from yesterday? He even knew about that.I sighed as I tried to recall all the new faces I had seen, but there were none. I was the only one who brought Kane with me as my