She always complained about how much I
worked. “Is it necessary to work this hard, if
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only we are in high school?”
For me, it was necessary.
Finals were the only fair time.
My hard work paid off, and I was able to pass Brittany in the first final.
I was the first in the class, and the sixth in my grade.
She was the third in the class, and the
thirteenth in the grade.
Brittany was not happy, but at least she was
not crying to her mom.
But we could all tell that she was angry.
Brittany started dating someone who was an outsider, a petty criminal.
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Her scores dropped and the teacher asked Aunt
Carol to come.
I saw her and I was on my way back from the
cafeteria.
Brittany cried, and Aunt Carol looked at me with
a meaningful look.
Nothing was said, but it felt like everything was said.
That night, Mom came.
She was wearing her designer bag, and stomped into the classroom and went to hit me.
“You’re so jealous of Brittany! Was it you who had her meet that petty thief? Why are you so mean!”
The classmates stared at us.
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I was so used to her rage, I pulled her outside.
“Don’t bother the class.”
Mom pulled my arm and asked, “Why do you
hate on Brittany? Who’s the criminal?”
“How would I know?”
She didn’t leave, so I put on a show.
“Brittany met him in the streets, why don’t you ask her, or should I get Brittany to kiss him?”
Mom was turning red, “Don’t put Brittany down. Brittany is nice, she would never do that.”
“Then why are you asking me? Take care of
your daughter, and leave me alone!”
I looked at her and asked, “Are you leaving? Or
should I tell the world that Brittany has a
hoyfriend and get her kicked out?”
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boyfriend, and get her kicked out?”
Mom glared at me and left.
My partner asked, “Is that really your mom?”
I didn’t answer, because that was the question I
always asked.
The stuff Mom said when she was drunk was
not fake, she said I was Aunt Carol’s daughter.
But Aunt Carol was not acting like a mom.
I considered doing a DNA test.
But it would cost 2,000 dollars, and I couldn’t afford it.
If I wanted to do a test, I had to wait until the university test.
But I made a choice. Whomever my real mom
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Brittany came back to class, but looked
haggard.
I didn’t have time for her, because finals were
coming up.
Before the finals, Brittany found me and asked
me to run away with her.
When I said no, Brittany ran off.
Aunt Carol was crying, my uncle was on the
phone with the cops, and Mom was getting
ready to beat me.
“Why didn’t you keep watch over Brittany?
What if she gets cheated?”
Mom said, not even caring that her hair was half–dyed.
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I started burying myself in my textbooks.
What did that have to do with me?
Brittany came back, but gave up and had the worst grades.
And I became better and had the best gra
