From then on, my grades never recovered, and I spent three years at the bottom of my class.
However, during the entrance exams, I scored first in my entire school and got into a prestigious high school.
Oliva, who had never liked studying, suddenly seemed to hit her stride during my slump, and her grades skyrocketed.
My mother praised her impressive report cards in front of me again and again.
I kept telling myself that my mom didn't stop loving me; I just needed to work harder so she could share some of the love she gave to Oliva.
But no matter how hard I tried, I barely scraped by SAT and ended up at a mediocre university.
Two years later, Oliva became the top scorer in her SAT, but she turned down offers from top universities to come to my school.
I couldn't understand why, and then Henry appeared. He didn't care about my appearance or figure; he pursued me passionately.
In my first eighteen years, no one had cared about me like that, and I was touched, so I accepted his affection.
We were together then, but Oliva still liked to cling to me. Even when we went on a date, she insisted on tagging along. As time went by, they became familiar with each other.