Yolanda swayed on her feet, her face a deathly mask.
“Yes,” Malcolm admitted. It was a fake, but a high-quality one. It hadn't cost fifty thousand, but it had still set him back a few hundred dollars.
“Dad, you’ve ruined me!” Yolanda screamed, tears streaming down her face. “How can I ever show my face in my social circle again? How can I go to school?”
And what would Jerrold think of her now?
“Yolanda, calm down,” Malcolm said, trying to soothe his hysterical daughter. “This is Juniper’s fault, isn’t it? Don’t worry, Dad won’t let her get away with this!”
Yolanda was so furious she just hung up. She then opened the school’s online forum, where the comments were even more vicious than on Twitter.
“Aaaargh!” Yolanda couldn't bear to look anymore. She hurled her phone to the ground and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
She would never, ever forgive that bitch!
...
Back at Aurora High, Juniper had barely sat down in her classroom when she was swarmed by her classmates.
“Juniper, you’re actually Master Lunar! That’s so amazing!”
“Master Lunar, can I have your autograph?”
“Master Lunar, can we get a picture?”
“I was here first, don’t push!”
For the next several minutes, Juniper sat frozen in her seat like a statue, accommodating wave after wave of classmates wanting photos and signatures. Just when she thought it was over with her own class, a new crowd gathered at the doorway.
“Master Lunar! Aaaah!”

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