I Stopped Sharing My Beauty, and My Pop-Star Sister Lost Her Face on Live TV
Hachimitsu · Ongoing · 6.7k Words
Introduction
When I turned eighteen, I became linked to a system that let me share my beauty.
My younger sister, Chloe Bennett, spent an entire night crying under her covers because everyone in her class had a cruel nickname for her. Without telling her, I gave her seventy percent.
By the end of summer, she was the prettiest girl at school. I was someone nobody noticed.
Mom squeezed Chloe’s cheeks and beamed. “Look at you, all grown up. You get those looks from me.”
Then she looked at me and curled her lip. “You get uglier every year. If I’d known, I would’ve left you at the hospital.”
Later, Chloe said she wanted to be a star. I raised her share to ninety percent.
My family sold whatever they could to put her through a televised talent competition. Dad pointed at me.
“With that face, you can be your sister’s maid. Bring her drinks and stay out of sight.”
Chloe made it all the way to the finals and won the lead spot in the new girl group.
That night, she was trending.
[CHLOE BENNETT’S JEALOUS SISTER GETS PLASTIC SURGERY]
She wiped away tears for the camera. “My sister had surgery, and it went wrong. Now she yells at me every day, saying I stole her face. I’m scared she’ll cut me in my sleep.”
The comments called me a hideous freak. Someone posted our address, and red paint was splashed across our front door.
That evening, Chloe went live to thank her fans, the camera close to her radiant face.
“All natural. I got this face from my parents.”
Mom and Dad sat on the couch, grinning from ear to ear.
I opened the system panel.
[CURRENT BEAUTY SHARE: 90%]
Fine. If her parents had given her that face, she wouldn’t need mine.
I was taking it back.
Chapter 1
I was breathtakingly beautiful.
When I turned eighteen, I became linked to a system that let me share my beauty.
My younger sister, Chloe Bennett, spent an entire night crying under her covers because everyone in her class had a cruel nickname for her. Without telling her, I gave her seventy percent.
By the end of summer, she was the prettiest girl at school. I was someone nobody noticed.
Mom squeezed Chloe’s cheeks and beamed. “Look at you, all grown up. You get those looks from me.”
Then she looked at me and curled her lip. “You get uglier every year. If I’d known, I would’ve left you at the hospital.”
Later, Chloe said she wanted to be a star. I raised her share to ninety percent.
My family sold whatever they could to put her through a televised talent competition. Dad pointed at me.
“With that face, you can be your sister’s maid. Bring her drinks and stay out of sight.”
Chloe made it all the way to the finals and won the lead spot in the new girl group.
That night, she was trending.
[CHLOE BENNETT’S JEALOUS SISTER GETS PLASTIC SURGERY]
She wiped away tears for the camera. “My sister had surgery, and it went wrong. Now she yells at me every day, saying I stole her face. I’m scared she’ll cut me in my sleep.”
The comments called me a hideous freak. Someone posted our address, and red paint was splashed across our front door.
That evening, Chloe went live to thank her fans, the camera close to her radiant face.
“All natural. I got this face from my parents.”
Mom and Dad sat on the couch, grinning from ear to ear.
I opened the system panel.
[CURRENT BEAUTY SHARE: 90%]
Fine. If her parents had given her that face, she wouldn’t need mine.
I was taking it back.
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I was breathtakingly beautiful.
When I turned eighteen, I became linked to a system that let me share my beauty.
My younger sister, Chloe Bennett, spent an entire night crying under her covers because everyone in her class had a cruel nickname for her. Without telling her, I gave her seventy percent.
By the end of summer, she was the prettiest girl at school. I was someone nobody noticed.
Mom squeezed Chloe’s cheeks and beamed. “Look at you, all grown up. You get those looks from me.”
Then she looked at me and curled her lip. “You get uglier every year. If I’d known, I would’ve left you at the hospital.”
Later, Chloe said she wanted to be a star. I raised her share to ninety percent.
My family sold whatever they could to put her through a televised talent competition. Dad pointed at me.
“With that face, you can be your sister’s maid. Bring her drinks and stay out of sight.”
Chloe made it all the way to the finals and won the lead spot in the new girl group.
That night, she was trending.
#ChloeBennettsJealousSisterGetsPlasticSurgery
She wiped away tears for the camera. “My sister had surgery, and it went wrong. Now she yells at me every day, saying I stole her face. I’m scared she’ll cut me in my sleep.”
The comments called me a hideous freak. Someone posted our address, and red paint was splashed across our front door.
That evening, Chloe went live to thank her fans, the camera close to her radiant face.
“All natural. I got this face from my parents.”
Mom and Dad sat on the couch, grinning from ear to ear.
I opened the system panel.
[CURRENT BEAUTY SHARE: 90%]
Fine. If her parents had given her that face, she wouldn’t need mine.
I was taking it back.
…
With one swipe, I moved the slider from ninety percent to zero.
[RECALL REQUEST SUBMITTED]
[To prevent impulsive decisions, a seventy-two-hour cooling-off period applies. All shared beauty will be recalled at once when the period ends.]
[You must be within thirty-three feet of the recipient when the recall takes effect. Your beauty will return in person.]
Seventy-two hours from now, Chloe would be giving her first concert since winning the competition.
In the living room, comments raced across the livestream.
“Where’s her sister? Bring that plastic surgery freak out here and make her apologize!”
Chloe glanced pointedly toward the couch.
Dad got up, kicked my bedroom door open, and dragged me by the arm in front of the camera.
The light hit me. The chat exploded.
“Holy shit. There goes my dinner.”
“No wonder she’s jealous. I’d lose it too.”
Chloe leaned against me, her eyes filling on cue. “Just tell everyone you’re sorry, Grace. They’ll forgive you.”
On the screen, I was on the left. She was on the right.
Every inch of that face belonged to me.
“What am I supposed to be sorry for?”
Dad smacked the back of my head.
Chloe hurried to stop him, her voice soft and sweet. “Dad, don’t hit her. She hasn’t been quite right since the surgery. Please be patient with her, everyone.”
The chat filled with “Chloe is so kind.”
As soon as the stream ended, her tears vanished. She looked down to check her new follower count.
Her manager, Dana, came over that night and slapped a photograph onto the coffee table.
An eighth-grade class picture. Third row: a girl with narrow eyes and acne all over her face.
Chloe.
Someone had dug it up that afternoon and accused her of having plastic surgery. The story was spreading faster than her team could bury it.
“By noon tomorrow, you’re going to record a video saying this is you,” Dana told me. “And admit you had surgery.”
Mom leaned closer to the picture. “But that’s clearly Chloe…”
Dad coughed. “Shut up. Who’s going to believe that now?”
Mom changed course at once. “Right. That’s your sister. She always looked like that.”
They knew exactly who was in the photograph.
They still wanted me to say it was me.
“I’m not making that video.”
Mom shoved the script into my lap. “Then you’re trying to destroy your sister and this family. You don’t deserve to call yourself a Bennett.”
[INTENSE EMOTIONAL FLUCTUATION DETECTED. CANCEL RECALL?]
I selected No.
Late that night, Chloe leaned against my bedroom doorway, eating an apple.
“Stop fighting it, Grace. Everyone in this house knows that picture is me. But whose side are they on?”
She bent toward me until I could see each eyelash.
My eyelashes, from when I was seventeen.
“With the face you’ve got now, anything you say just sounds jealous.”
She smiled and pulled the door shut.
She was right.
With this face, no one would believe a word I said.
So in three days, I would let hers speak for itself.
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