Rich Sister Paid a Dollar for My Funeral

It's been three years since my heiress sister, Zoey Hudson, blocked me. She donates one dollar to my RainDrop Fund campaign and leaves a comment dripping with mockery. "Lung cancer, huh? Let me know when you're really dead. I'll throw a party." Three years ago, Andrew Lane—the needy student she's been sponsoring—accuses me of stealing his college admission spot. Zoey flies into a rage and has me pulled out of school on the spot. "Even if you couldn't get into college on your own, I would still have your back," she snaps. "But stealing someone else's spot? That has to be punished." We have a massive fight that ends with her coldly kicking me out of the house. "Come back when you realize what you did wrong. I refuse to believe I can't fix that rotten attitude of yours!" Since then, she has treated that needy student like a prince. As for me? She makes sure I lose every single job I land, until my only way to survive is picking through trash. I stare at her comment blankly for a long while before calling a cemetery plot salesman. "Please hold the cheapest one for me. I'll send you the deposit tomorrow." The single dollar Zoey donated is just enough to hit the withdrawal threshold. I'll give her exactly what she asked for.