My name was Keira Knightley. After dropping out of school, my parents didn’t pressure me at all. But then my boyfriend, Logan Ridley’s so-called high-IQ childhood friend, Megan Robinson, called me out of the blue. I was too busy working in the fields, planting vegetables, and splashing around in the water to even think about writing code. In my past life, Megan had submitted an identical program design just a day before I did. Everyone accused me of being shameless, of plagiarism, and of deceit. I tried to set the record straight, but no one believed me. To make matters worse, Megan went live on social media, slandering me for bullying her in school. The online mob turned against my entire family, and my parents died in a car accident while trying to escape the extreme harassment from internet trolls. I couldn’t bear the weight of it all. I jumped from a tall building, unable to find peace in death. Even in those final moments, I couldn’t understand how everything had gone so wrong. After all my hard work, why had someone stolen my success? When I opened my eyes again, I realized I hadn’t died at all. ***** I had been reborn. I fumbled for my phone, checking the date—August 28th, the day before I was supposed to submit my most important competition entry. My teammates gathered around me, their faces lit up with admiration. “Keira, you’re amazing! You cracked such a tough problem! Once you finish the program, we can submit it, right?” My advisor patted me on the shoulder, looking pleased. “Keira, you’ve really put in the effort. Thanks to your core program design, I’m confident we’ll take first place in the competition. Your graduate school application will be a breeze.” A wave of bitterness washed over me. In my previous life, when I was accused of plagiarism, it was the same teachers and classmates who stood up for me. But their voices had been drowned out by the torrent of online abuse. Some even had their information leaked online, caught in the crossfire of my scandal. I glanced back at the unfinished code on my computer, a chill running down my spine as horrific memories flooded my mind. If I remembered correctly, I had stayed up all night on the 28th, excited to finally submit the program. But the next day, I received a notice of disqualification. The competition organizers had issued a public statement accusing me of plagiarism, and I was suddenly the target of a relentless online attack. “Does she think she can cheat her way through this competition? What a disgrace!” “Plagiarists are the scum of the earth. They should just disappear!” “It’s disgusting that she would take someone else’s hard work and pass it off as her own.” Even walking around campus became unbearable; I was bombarded with disdainful glares and insults. “Isn’t she the one who plagiarized? What a shame for Arona University to have her here.” “Someone so shameless wouldn’t care about the consequences of her actions.” “I heard she was just trying to use this to apply for grad school. What a joke.” The malice in their eyes was palpable, as if they wished for my immediate demise. Suddenly, a cold shiver jolted me back to reality. I couldn’t help but reach for my phone and open WhatsApp, searching for Megan. She was the one I had “plagiarized” in my past life, and she was also my boyfriend Logan’s childhood friend. With her beautiful complexion and cute features, Megan was the picture of innocence that attracted countless suitors. Both of her parents were professors. Her name often graced the campus confession board, a testament to her popularity. My boyfriend, Logan, would go to great lengths every day to shower Megan with gifts and flowers. When I discovered his actions, he explained that he only saw her as a little sister and accused me of being overly jealous. Later, I stumbled upon chat logs where Logan complained to his roommate about me, labeling me as plain and boring compared to the adorable and cute Megan, even expressing disgust at being with me. I’d considered breaking up multiple times, but each time, Logan would transform into a different person, begging for reconciliation. However, now I see through his act. Scrolling through Megan’s status, I found one of her taking a selfie surrounded by a group of teammates, all huddled around a computer. The caption read: [Pulling an all-nighter with the team to finish our code. Hoping for a great ranking in this competition!] Curiously, I zoomed in on the photo, only to find several segments of my original code seamlessly integrated into her program, down to the very last character, including an extra parenthesis I had mistakenly typed in. I was stunned, staring at my screen. “Could it be that we share the same thoughts? Her post was set a day before mine, meaning her code was written ahead of mine. Yet, I had created my code and logic design entirely independently, never borrowing from anyone else’s source code. Why does Megan’s match mine perfectly, including that careless parenthesis? This is strange!” I buried my face in my hands, my mind racing with confusion and disbelief. I couldn’t fathom how this could be happening. Yet, I couldn’t abandon the upcoming contest. It wasn’t just about me; it was the collective effort of the entire team. Withdrawing would only bring harm to them, and I couldn’t bear to let them down. As night fell, I finally made up my mind. No matter what, having a second chance meant I had to protect everyone around me and fight for justice. I looked at my screen filled with lines of code, then clicked delete and shut down my computer.
I was the top student at Arona University, guaranteed a spot in the graduate program, and I had chosen to major in Computer Science. In my field, everything had been going smoothly; I dominated my department, racking up accolades and participating in countless competitions. As graduation approached, I finally mustered the courage to approach my long-time idol, Vincent Stewart, about pursuing further studies. His only condition was that I had to secure first place in an upcoming international competition. Determined to meet his expectations, I decided to tackle the most challenging project I could find. I spent countless hours in the computer lab, pouring over research and coding late into the night. But just when I thought I was on the brink of success, Megan swooped in and easily claimed the fruits of my labor. As I strolled through the quiet campus, a nagging feeling crept in that I might be overlooking something crucial. Just as I was lost in thought, a flash of inspiration struck me. If my current project wasn’t working out, why not try a different programming language and structure? Once back in my dorm, I pulled out my laptop and began typing out a brand-new code. With intense focus, I suddenly had a fresh perspective on the logical framework, and I set to work on building it up from scratch. This way, my program wouldn’t be accused of plagiarism, and I could enhance its efficiency! The excitement surged within me as I coded faster and faster, translating my ideas into reality. That was when I heard my roommate’s worried voice from behind me. “Keira, you’re pushing yourself too hard. Staying up all night isn’t good for you. You should take a break!” I glanced at my phone, only to realize it was already 4:30 AM. My roommate sighed and rubbed her temples, trying to reason with me. “Keira, you’ve got a whole week until the competition. There’s no rush. What if you burn out before the big day? That would be such a waste.” Her words hit me like a wake-up call. Of course, I had a whole week left! I didn’t need to rush to submit anything just yet; I could wait for news from Megan. If there were still similarities or oddities in our projects, I’d have time to tweak and refine mine. This way, I could avoid the plagiarism debacle that had haunted my previous life and finally present my own hard-earned work at the competition. With that thought, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I thanked my roommate and dove back into coding, determined to finish the second version of my program. After a trial run, it worked flawlessly! I took a deep breath, staring at the completed program. Finally, my creation was born. But then, memories of my past life flooded back. Megan hadn’t just accused me of plagiarism; she had gone live on social media, spreading lies about me bullying her on campus. With tears streaming down her face, she played the innocent victim, and her sweet, pure image captured the hearts of many. The online backlash against me was relentless. [I can’t believe there’s bullying happening in college. This girl is so arrogant; we need to make sure she pays for her actions!] [Poor Megan! Not only was she bullied, but she was also plagiarized. Keira is just evil!] [Megan is too kind-hearted. It’s up to us to stand up for her! Does anyone have Keira’s number?] I couldn’t understand why she was lying. I tried desperately to clear my name, but it only fueled the fire of online harassment. Someone maliciously leaked my family’s private information online, leading to my parents being harassed to the point where they had to move. Tragically, while on the road, they were involved in a serious accident caused by aggressive internet trolls, and they died on the spot. As I thought about it now, my fists clenched in anger, my nails digging into my palms. If I didn’t uncover the root of all this chaos, I couldn’t ensure my family’s safety. Just as I was racking my brain on how to investigate, I heard a classmate exclaim nearby. “Did you guys see Megan’s status? Someone stole her competition entry!” “Seriously? With only a few days left until the contest? What’s she going to do now? There’s no way she can rewrite it in time!” “Plagiarists are the worst! It’s disgusting!” I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. I immediately pulled out my phone and opened Megan’s status, my heart racing.
I saw her new pinned post, and my heart sank. It read: [Can someone really plagiarize code and still enter a competition?] A chill ran down my spine as a troubling thought crossed my mind. “Perhaps this status was the spark that ignited the wave of abuse I’ve faced in my previous life.” Megan was popular on campus, backed by her parents, who were professors, while I was just an average-looking student with no connections. In a world that often valued appearances, she always seemed to have the upper hand. Before long, her ambiguous status was bombarded with comments. [What’s up, Megan? Did someone steal your code?] [You should tell your parents and have the school investigate. We need to get that plagiarist out of here!] [Plagiarists are a disgrace to Arona University! With the competition coming up, this is a serious issue.] Reading those words made my blood boil, pulling me back into the shadows of my past harassment. Back then, I received thousands of hateful messages daily, and someone even posted my information on a “meat market” site, leading to countless calls from creepy men. “Stop pretending to be pure; you’ll just end up serving some old professor after graduation. Want to play with me? I know your address. If you don’t let me sleep with you, I’ll come find you myself.” My parents had chosen to move because of this, only to die in a tragic car accident shortly after. The painful memories washed over me, and I instinctively wanted to escape. But just before I could shut off my phone, I caught sight of my name in the comments. [Is Megan talking about Keira? I saw her program with the teacher a few days ago, and it looked just like Megan’s!] As soon as that comment was posted, the floodgates opened, and people began to argue. [Keira? The one who aced in the competition to get to the college? You really saw her program, and it was identical?] [No way! She’s always been at the top of our department. Why would she need to copy? You better have proof!] [Ha! How do you know her top scores weren’t due to cheating? Besides, Megan didn’t specifically name her; don’t be a fool!] Before long, the comments devolved into chaos, with many classmates even posting their own statuses to rally behind Megan. My boyfriend Logan was among the most vocal, posting three times in a row, each with a different selfie of Megan. [Megan’s hard work is evident. She often stays up late to prepare for the team competition. I hope whoever is involved in this plagiarism scandal steps up and admits it. If not, I’ll report them to the authorities to get justice for Megan!] Almost every guy in our department liked his posts, and Megan chimed in below. [Thanks, Logan! You’re the best!] A wave of jealousy and bitterness surged within me, but I also felt a sense of relief. Thank goodness I hadn’t submitted my program yesterday; otherwise, I would be facing another round of online bullying right now. Once I composed myself, I decided to leave the classroom and discuss my newly written program with my team. Just then, I noticed Megan’s latest status. [Thanks for all the support, everyone! Even though someone stole my code, I can still redesign the program in no time. That’s a talent no plagiarist can take away! Here’s my new program; come check it out!] With a mix of anxiety and curiosity, I clicked on the link she posted, and my heart dropped—her new program was identical to my second version!
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