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The school bell shrieked, and our homeroom teacher walked in, beaming.
A look of unadulterated joy exploded across Scarlett’s face.
The comments streamed by in a frenzy,
[Chat: Here it is, here it is! The heiress’s early admission letter!]
[Chat: This is the first turning point for Luna’s destiny. If she hadn’t taken the spot that belonged to the heiress, how could she have ever gotten into Harvard?]
[Chat People like her who steal the fruits of others‘ labor without putting in the work are just rats in the gutter. And then she even stole the heiress’s fiancé and became the envied wife of a tycoon Shameless!]
A moment later, our teacher spoke.
“Scarlett Vance, congratulations! You’ve officially received an early acceptance offer from Harvard!”
As a wave of applause filled the room, he looked at me with a touch of sympathy
“Though you and Scarlett both won awards in the National Math Olympiad, there was only one spot for early admission based on that achievement.”
In my past life, Scarlett had beaten my score by a mere half a point. When the rankings came out, I was the one cut.
But then, to everyone’s astonishment, she had refused it
“Sir, getting in through early admission is the easy way out Give the spot to someone who needs it more.”
That one sentence made the entire class see her in a new light. Our teacher had even joked with her.
“Well then, I’ll be waiting for you to make valedictorian and bring glory to our school!*
The reality, however, was that she had been completely brainwashed by her bad–boy boyfriend, vowing to attend the same college as him to live out some brand dramatic rom was sick of their current life of sneaking around, of having to steal moments
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That one sentence made the entire class see her in a new light. Our teacher had even joked with her.
“Well then, I’ll be waiting for you to make valedictorian and bring glory to our school!”
The reality, however, was that she had been completely brainwashed by her bad–boy boyfriend, vowing to attend the same college as him to live out some grand, dramatic romance. She was sick of their current life of sneaking around, of having to steal moments just to hold hands.
Back then, Scarlett was drowned in praise.
But I, the one who received the cast–off offer, became the butt of everyone’s jokes.
“Charity case.”
“Bottom–feeder.”
“Shameless.”
I didn’t care.
My grades hovered right on the edge of the Ivy League cutoff. I cherished that opportunity. Scarlett had the wealth and connections to absorb the blow of a less–than–perfect transcript, but for a girl from a small town like me, there was no safety net. A stable future was far more important than a few thoughtless insults.
But this time, things were different.
Scarlett’s voice rang out, firm and clear.
“I accept the early admission to Harvard!”
