My Stolen Taste, My Mountain Of Mangoes

Summary

By the ninety-ninth time a meal made me want to vomit, translucent text suddenly floated across my vision.

[The heiress is so pathetic. She wants to throw up every time she eats.]

[She still doesn't know her sense of taste was stolen by the scholarship student, Hazel, using a System.]

[All those Michelin star meals she eats? The System transfers them right into Hazel's mouth.]

I dropped my silver fork. My stomach cramped, hollow and burning with acid.

Across the dining hall, Hazel sat by the window. Her cracked plastic bowl held stale dinner rolls and cheap canned beans from days ago.