Blurb：
When Luna moved to New York for SAT prep, she never expected her cousin Chloe Williams to turn a single piece of bacon into a viral TikTok scandal. Labeled a “mooching parasite” online, Luna’s life spirals as hate floods in—all while her aunt’s family hides a secret: the $10,000 monthly allowance from Luna’s parents that vanished when she left. From strict house rules to toxic family dynamics, this story exposes the truth behind freeloading accusations and the real cost of betrayal. Will Chloe’s internet lies destroy Luna, or will the financial truth bring her justice?
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The year I went to study abroad in New York, I stayed with my cousin, Chloe Williams.
All because I took a piece of bacon at dinner, she dragged me online.
I became the internet’s favorite freeloading loser.
I couldn’t take the online hate, so I moved out of my aunt’s house.
Then, her whole family desperately started begging me to come back.
After all, once I left, the ten thousand dollars a month my dad sent for my living expenses flew right out the window with me!
I never thought my monthly allowance would get me labeled a “mooching parasite” by everyone online, all over one piece of breakfast bacon.
My parents are always swamped with work and couldn’t keep an eye on me directly.
The year I headed overseas, my aunt, who’d settled in the US, reached out to them.
She said her apartment was just across from my new school, and suggested I crash with her daughter, Chloe, to make studying for the SAT prep easier.
“We’re just worried about you being on your own abroad,” Mom fretted over our video call. “Your aunt’s place is great, and Chloe’s around your age, so you’ll have someone to hang with.”
Dad also thought staying with family beat the dorms, especially since Aunt Emily kept promising to treat me like her own daughter.
To make sure I was comfortable, my parents wired ten thousand dollars a month to my aunt for my room, board, and daily stuff.
On my first day moving in, Chloe handed me a neatly printed list of “House Rules” with a fake smile,
Always ask before using anything in the house.
Be in your room by 10 PM sharp.
3.Keep showers under eight minutes.
Don’t touch the AC—it stays at 78°F.
If someone’s in a bad mood, make yourself scarce.
At meals, let the hosts eat first.
…
“Just common sense, really,” Chloe said, slinging an arm over my shoulder all buddy-buddy. “Mom put this together just for you~”
I nodded, committing the rules to memory.
When you’re crashing at someone else’s place, you watch your step.
For the next six months, I was up before sunrise making breakfast for everyone. I cleaned the whole house the moment I got home from school, and regularly helped Chloe with her math, since she was failing hard.
At the table, the good stuff like bacon or steak? I always waited till Chloe and Aunt Emily had their fill before daring to take a tiny bit, terrified of seeming greedy.
Then came that regular Wednesday night.
Aunt Emily had made my favorite, bacon and eggs, saying she heard I was stressed from studying and needed a pick-me-up.
I was spreading jam on my toast, head down, when I saw only two pieces of bacon left on the plate.
Without thinking, I took one.
Clatter!
Chloe slammed her fork down.
“Luna,” she glared, her voice sharp enough to cut, “you took both of the last pieces!”
I froze. “I thought… you didn’t like bacon?”
“It’s not about liking it!” Chloe jumped up, her chair screeching on the floor. “You know I need protein for my daily gym sessions! Why do you always hog all the good stuff?”
Aunt Emily lowered her magazine. “Chloe, cut it out…”
“Cut what out?” Chloe’s tears started flowing right on time. “Mom, I’ve had enough! Just because her parents aren’t here, I get treated like dirt? I gave her the best room, I’m stuck in the attic, and this is how she repays me? She can’t even leave me the last two pieces of bacon!”
I opened my mouth to explain, but Aunt Emily waved a tired hand. “Go to your room. We’ll discuss this tomorrow.”
That night, I was tossing and turning in bed, so I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my feed.
Suddenly, a video popped up in the trending list,
I clicked. It was Chloe on TikTok, sobbing into the camera,
“…Just because her parents aren’t around, I have to put up with this? I give her the best of everything, and she steals the last two pieces of bacon… I’m basically starving here…”
The comments were exploding,
“This sort of relative is disgusting!”
“No wonder people say some visitors have no class!”
“OP, kick her out already!”
Chloe replied, “I wish I could be tough! But she is my cousin after all… I can’t just toss her out, right? Guess I just have to suck it up!”
My hands were shaking bad.
I was boiling with anger.
Over one single piece of bacon, my own cousin had trashed me like this, threw me under the bus online for thousands to despise.
“Ten thousand dollars a month!”
“That’s enough for fancy hotels and gourmet meals every single day.”
And here I was, treated like some poor, parasitic relative, enduring Chloe’s snide remarks every day.
I’d had enough. I packed my bags and moved out immediately.
Then, I grabbed my phone and called the school.
I sorted out all the details for moving into the dorms.
Once that was handled, I texted my mom,
“Mom, I moved back to campus. Send my allowance to my card from now on.”
1.
Mom called instantly, her voice tight with concern, “Sweetie, why did you suddenly move out of your aunt’s? Did something happen?”
Hearing that familiar worry, I felt a sudden lump in my throat.
Aunt Emily is Mom’s older sister, her only sibling.
Mom always went the extra mile for her.
When Aunt Emily said her husband was unemployed, Mom immediately asked her US friends to find him a cushy, high-paying job.
When knowing Aunt Emily’s car was a rattletrap, Mom bought her a Mercedes without a second thought.
Even the down payment for their house? Mom covered a significant part of it.
But I didn’t want to drag Mom into this drama, so I brushed it off, “The dorms are just more convenient for studying,” I said, keeping my voice even.
After hanging up, I headed toward my new room.
I hadn’t even reached the door when I heard a familiar, snide voice,
“Well, look what the cat dragged in.Couldn’t cut it at your aunt’s place?”
It was Sarah, Chloe’s best friend and personal hype girl.
She’d always been passively nasty before, but now I saw the pattern.
Chloe was pulling the strings.
Her screechy voice drew everyone in the hallway. The whispers started, nasty comments firing like machine guns,
“She’s the one? The bacon girl from that video?”
“OMG! The mooch is in our dorm? How embarrassing.”
“Some people no shame. Freeloading and then having the nerve to be picky.”
“Can you believe the entitlement?”
“Look at her. Seriously.”
“Total parasites!”
Sarah pushed right up to me, smirking. “What’s the matter? Your parents can’t afford a plane ticket home? Guess you’re stuck here begging for scraps!”
Harsh laughter erupted. Someone whistled.Another person muttered something with a exaggerated accent.
Then, Chloe made her entrance, clicking over in her high heels.
She’d perfected this act of being the all-American girl who’d completely distanced herself from her family’s origins.
She even put on this slight accent sometimes, like she’d been born in Connecticut, not Guadalajara.
She gave me a sickly-sweet, fake smile, “Wow, Luna, aren’t you overreacting a little? People online were just calling it like they saw it. Was a dramatic exit really necessary?”
She rpitched her voice to carry, “After everything my family did for you? Now you’re trying to make us look like the villains? That’s low.”
I looked up at her—the perfectly contoured makeup, the designer sweater—and felt nothing but cold disgust.
“You think I was freeloading?” I asked, my voice flat.
Chloe rolled her eyes, chin jutting arrogantly. “Duh? Hello, have you seen inflation? You eating and sleeping free for months? The food bill alone could buy a car! Shameless.”
“Exactly!” Sarah chimed in, her voice a shrill echo. “Everyone knows how loaded Chloe’s family is! They took you in out of kindness, and you repay them by acting like some entitled princess? Gross.”
Chloeflipped her hair over her shoulder. “It’s clear now. You just exploited my family’s generosity! You thought you could just take, take, take.”
It was laughable.
Before I moved in, Chloe was practically invisible at school.
Her allowance was a joke. She brown-bagged her lunch every day.
But once my parents started sending that monthly money?
Suddenly, she was head-to-toe in brand names. She became the girl buying Starbucks for everyone, throwing out invites for expensive smoothies.
She’d bought her way into popularity, and everyone bought her story of being the sweet, rich girl.
And me? I was just her quiet, awkward cousin, now conveniently cast as the greedy, ungrateful leech.
I held her gaze, my expression deadly serious,
“I suggest you go home,” I said, each word clear and measured, “and have a very specific conversation with your mother about who was supporting who!”
Chloe cut me off with a sharp laugh, “Oh, please! Don’t bring my mom into your lies!”
She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d stick.
“Your parents can barely afford the plane ticket over here, let alone an allowance. Stop making up stories.”
“I thought you’d at least be grateful! Mooching off us, you should be kissing my feet!”
She looked me up and down with pure contempt. “Guess some people are just born ungrateful!”
My parents weren’t poor—they were respected academics leading important research. But the crowd only heard Chloe’s version.
The whispers started again, sharp and ugly.
“Typical immigrant mooch.”
“They always come here expecting handouts.”
“Always playing the victim.”
“Chloe, you’re too nice. You should have never let her stay!”
“Look at her, dressed like a beggar, and she picks at food? Shameless!”
“They have no shame!”
They put Chloe on a pedestal and ground me into the dirt.
Chloe heard the racist slurs, her lips twitching into a suppressed smile.
“If only some poor trash could be as decent as you guys!”
She sighed, putting on a show of being the bigger person,
“You know what? Fine. Since you’re so pathetic and clueless, I’ll forgive you this time!”
She turned her nose up at me. “Now just grab your stuff and let’s go! Stop standing here with your pathetic suitcase playing victim. Embarrassing!”
A cold smile touched my lips. “I’m not going anywhere. I live here now.”
Ignoring her, I made my bed and settled into the dorm.
I thought that would be the end of it. But the next afternoon, Aunt Emily was waiting for me outside the dorm.
She pushed through the crowd straight to me, face plastered with fake concern, “Luna, honey, I saw that video online. Chloe was completely out of line. I gave her a piece of my mind..”
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “The dorms are so inconvenient. Who’s going to make sure you’re eating right? Come home, sweetie. Don’t mess up your studies or your health.”
Aunt Emily’s eyes were full of what looked like worry, but I wondered if it was real or fear of losing that ten grand.
She’d never told Chloe about the money, letting her daughter humiliate me. Was that love?
My voice was calm and firm. “Aunt Emily, thank you. But I’m staying here.”
My refusal made Chloe snap, “Luna, are you serious? My mom came all the way here! How much more do you want from us?”
Her voice echoed across the quad, “Do we need to get down on our knees and beg you to come back?”
The performance had everyone’s attention now.
The crowd quickly joined in,
“Luna, so ungrateful! Aunt Emily came to get you, and you act like this?”
“Aunt Emily’s being nice, and you’re still causing drama?”
“Immigrants always have the biggest pride for no reason.”
Seeing an opportunity, Sarah pulled out her phone, starting a live stream, “You guys won’t believe this! The ‘parasite cousin’ is at it again!”
She yelled, “Aunt Emily is here to take her home, and she’s refusing! Just wants to keep mooching!”
“She just wants to keep leaching off them! It’s a total scam!” She mugged for the camera.
The live chat scrolled with venom,
“Disgusting! ”
“Send her back!”
“They always play the victim!”
“They come here and suck us dry!”
Sarah egged them on, “What do you think, guys? should this mooch get lost?”
Through all the noise, I kept my voice level, “My mom has been sending money for my living expenses. To Aunt Emily.”
“Ha! You?” Sarah burst out laughing. “What money? Enough for a cup of coffee?”
“Look at her,” someone sneered. “Dressed like a refugee, and she claims to have money?”
“They all pretend to be something they’re not,” a guy shouted.
“Luna’s the type who brags,” Sarah added for the camera.
Harsh laughter erupted surrounded me. The live chat was a waterfall of hate.
“CLOWN SHOW!”
“MOOCH!”
“LIAR!”
“THEY’RE ALL THE SAME!”
Chloe took a step forward, her sneer triumphant, “Look at you! Can your parents even afford a plane ticket home? How much? A hundred? Two hundred?”
I met gaze without flinching. “Ten thousand dollars.”
The words cut through the noise. “My mom sends me ten thousand dollars a month.”
A dead silence fell, then shattered into louder ridicule.
“Ten thousand a month? Are you insane?!”
“Delusional! She’ll say anything to save face!”
“HAHAHAHA, broke girl’s fantasy! Ten grand? Why not make it a million, maybe someone’d buy it!”
“Pathetic, just making up numbers now!”
“Total liar! You can see it in her face!”
The live chat became a torrent of venom,
“She’s lying again! So poor!”
“Typical liar, just making up stories!”
“So dishonest! Can’t believe a word!”
Chloe threw her head back, a triumphant sneer on her face, “Luna, you’re truly pathetic! So desperate to humiliate yourself! Look at you! You’ve probably never even held ten thousand dollars in your life!”
Through the roaring mockery, I took a sharp breath, forcing the fury down. I locked eyes with Aunt Emily, my voice cutting through the noise,
“Aunt Emily.” I said each word slowly and clearly. “Please tell them the truth. Did my mom wire ten thousand dollars to you every single month for my expenses?”
The direct question, asked so seriously, froze the entire scene. The air went still.
All eyes turned to Aunt Emily.
She looked at me, her expression twisting, before she finally dropped her gaze. “Luna, honey, I know you’re embarrassed… but… your parents never sent any money.”
“I don’t want to humiliate you, but I can’t lie for you.”
Her words hit me like a physical blow. Those bank transfers… had I imagined them?
Aunt Emily’s lie detonated fresh scorn,
“Caught lying!”
“Disgusting! Trying to frame Aunt Emily!”
“Moocher and a psycho!”
“Always playing the victim!”
The live chat went insane,
“SCAMMER!”
“LIAR!”
“KNEW IT! BROKE!”
“PATHETIC!”
I stared at Aunt Emily. She wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Chloe looked at me with pure, undiluted disgust, “Luna, you make me sick! Mooching off us for months, and now trying to extort money?”
She whirled on Aunt Emily, “Mom! We have to settle this today! You live off us for months and then try to blackmail us with lies!”
Aunt Emily flinched. “Chloe, just let it go…”
“No!” Chloe cut her off harshly. “She wants to play this game? She wants to throw around fake numbers like ten grand? Fine! Let’s bill her for everything!”
She yanked out her phone, jabbing at the screen. “Listen up! Our apartment is across from NYU! A studio here rents for at least twenty-five hundred a month!”
“Your food? Let’s be cheap. Breakfast, eggs, milk, toast – three dollars. Lunch, sandwich,salad – eight. Dinner, steak, veggies – fifteen. That’s twenty-six dollars a day! Nearly eight hundred a month!”
“Utilities, internet? Your share is three hundred!”
“And Mom cooked and cleaned for you! A housekeeper in NYC charges thirty-five an hour! Two hours a day is twenty-one hundred a month!”
She waved her phone like a weapon. “2500+780 + 300+2100 = 5680! You lived with us three months? That’s over seventeen thousand dollars! Pay up! Then you can crawl back to your dumpster, we don’t care!!”
The crowd roared its approval.
“Exposed! She can’t pay!”
“Thought her mommy was rich? Joke!”
“Your parents save enough from dumpster diving yet? Trash!”
“Total scammer!”
Live chat scrolled madly,
“Karma! Pay it back!”
“Scammer! Not a dime off!”
“Luna’s broke, can’t pay!”
Aunt Emily’s lips were pressed into a thin, white line. She said nothing.
Looking at the two of them—the perfect picture of false victimhood—the last bit of warmth I felt for them evaporated.
Under the gaze of the entire crowd and the live camera, I slowly pulled out my own phone, my voice cold and steady.
“Fine. If we’re settling accounts, let’s do it line by line. Crystal clear.”
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