clutches it like a lifeline, trembling like a leaf.
I see her staring at the floor
With tears about
to fall.
Oh, right, this is just a new way to set me up.
As soon as we get home, the Jones family will
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see her red eyes, and I’ll be blamed. No
dinner. A trip to the basement.
It’s Lily’s specialty.
It’s because I don’t dote on her like the rest
of the family, and because she’s smart
enough to know everyone hates me. So she
plays along with the charade.
Lily looks up, her voice a whisper, “Rain…?”
I stare back, cold and silent.
Lily flinches at the emptiness in my eyes. She
looks away, squeezing my hand.
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“Let’s go home.”
I let her pull me along, watching her call the family driver.
Thanks to Lily, I get the privilege of a chauffeur.
Everyone in the family gets a ride, except me.
It’s like they purposely forgot about me. I had to walk two miles to the bus stop.
A heiress forced to slum it, treated worse than some ordinary kid. At least they get rides.
