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The homecoming party was in full swing when Kamila Lane, the girl who'd spent eighteen years living my life, collapsed into a theatrical heap. Tears poured down her cheeks as if she had just lost her entire world. She clung to my parents' sleeves, refusing to let go, then turned those big, wet eyes up at me. "Now that Serena's back, you don't want me anymore, do you?" 'Ding! Extreme resentment detected. The Wishmaker Protocol is now binding. 'Target locked: Kamila Lane. 'Host: Serena Lane. 'Protocol rules: Every subjective, exaggerated lie Kamila Lane tells will become reality.' Watching her deliver this Oscar-worthy performance, I felt the corners of my mouth curl up. And my so-called parents? Their faces had gone completely cold.