The Price of Being Pretty

9

Due to the unpublicized chat record, Irene long disliked me, but she was afraid of me. So, she could only pick on me.

And sometimes I would have a doubt about my identity. Would I really live in the name of Ainsley all my life?

When I saw the poster of the debate games, I felt as if a lifetime had passed.

This was the club I used to be in, and debate was one of the few things I was interested in.

I took a look at the names below and found my name was on the list. My heart tightened. Could Ainsley do it?

When I sat in the hall and watched Ainsley's lousy performance, I thought I couldn't be more embarrassed in my entire life.

I attended a lot of debate games at school, and I seldom lost.

Ainsley stood up. She could neither answer the other party's questions nor could she even explain her own opinions. She stammered and even took out a piece of manuscript to look at it.

There was a lot of booing under the stage. I gritted my teeth and wanted to pull her down from the stage.