“Don’t use your background as an excuse. Do you think I dislike you because of where you’re from?”
“There were many people from small towns in our class and yet most of them achieved success by working hard. You, however, stir trouble everywhere.”
Tears fell from Justin to the floor. “Mike, how could you…”
“Save your act!” Mike lunged forward and grabbed his collar. “Were you the one who cut Nathan’s climbing boots? You ruined his spiked boots, did you?”
“If you hadn’t done that, he might have held on until help came. You killed him, you bastard!”
“Enough!”
Before Mike could swing a punch at Justin’s face, Isabel grabbed his hand and pushed him aside.
Mike’s back hit the wall hard.
My parents were also furious. “You and that brat Nathan really are just the same! Get him out of here. He’s never allowed to enter the Miller Family house again!”
Justin was still crying.
Winona watched as Mike was dragged outside. Even when he reached the door, he was still shouting in anger.
She frowned slightly, but soon her eyes softened as she turned back to Justin’s tearful, pitiful face.
“I know I was born poor, but I never stole or hurt anyone. Why would they accuse me like that?”