FULL STORY : I lied to my father and told him I had failed the entrance exam, even though my score was a 98.7. He simply replied, “Get out of the house.” I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. Because I already knew that house was never a home… it was a trap waiting for my signature.
“How could there be a girl claiming to be me?” I whispered. The noise of the party vanished. The music, the clinking glasses, the laughter, my father’s voice still echoing …
FULL STORY : I lied to my father and told him I had failed the entrance exam, even though my score was a 98.7. He simply replied, “Get out of the house.” I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. Because I already knew that house was never a home… it was a trap waiting for my signature. Read More