Dad glared at Oliver, his voice sharp. "Been out raising hell again, haven't you? Grace, tell me, what was Oliver's score on his final exam?"
Seeing the panic in Oliver's eyes, I coolly replied, "He skipped class. He didn't even show up for the test."
Louise jumped to his defense. "Oliver's got my genes! He just didn't try his best..."
Yeah, Oliver coasted on Louise's teacher genes, getting all Dad's hopes pinned on him, but he kept bombing the SAT year after year.
Meanwhile, I aced my grades, only to get shut down with a "girls don't need education" line.
How unfair was that?
That golden boy who couldn't get his act together was still basking in all the favoritism.
No surprise, Louise's begging let Oliver dodge Dad's wrath once again.
Their bias was never even hidden.
Watching the cold indifference behind my family's backs, I made a silent vow to myself.
They'd taken my blood, my kidney, even my dreams and my life!
In this second chance, I swore they'd never destroy me again.
3
Back at school, I found myself facing deliberate hassles from Louise, our homeroom teacher.