"Claire, are you out of your mind trying to get famous? Your skin must be thicker than a medieval fortress wall. How dare you claim that the account belongs to you? First, you stole Ruby's boyfriend. Then you plagiarized her work. And now you even want to take her account?"
Claire stood firm, her confidence unshaken. There wasn't even a hint of self-doubt in her expression. She knew that once self-doubt set in, it would erode her conviction, leaving her defenseless and prickly like a hedgehog.
"This account is logged into my computer. Everything in it is my work—even my personal diary entries," Claire retorted. She couldn't understand why the account was suddenly appearing on Ruby's phone.
Uploading her artwork to the site had always been one of her small, private joys. Every time
