Some ghosts stay quiet—until the day you walk back into the room that created them. Marta Martinez isn’t coming for nostalgia. She’s coming for reckoning.
Writing Prompt
Marta Martinez stepped into the hotel lobby like a truth sharpened into a weapon.
A decade ago, Marta drifted through Ridgeview High’s hallways like fog—easy to overlook, easier to wound. She remembered every whisper, every smirk, every casual cruelty from the girls who ruled the school with glossy hair and venomous smiles. Back then, she had no voice, no confidence, no armor. Now she had all three. The invitation to her ten-year reunion read like a challenge she had waited ten long years to answer. She became everything they swore she’d never be: stunning, powerful, and a rising star on primetime television. Their emails once ridiculed her. Tonight, their eyes would worship her. But Marta didn’t come for admiration. She came for the fracture in her past that still pulsed like a bruise under her success. She hadn’t decided what form her revenge would take—whether a whispered confession, a public reckoning, or a moment engineered so perfectly it would haunt them for years. She only knew one thing: when the lightning finally struck, they would never forget the woman they once dismissed as nothing.