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Three days later, grades came out.
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I did well.
Math finally passed.
Other classes were good.
I was 15th in class.
Brittany was 16th.
The teacher called the top 25 to talk about
study tips.
Brittany was distracted.
When she finished, she didn’t even say
goodbye, and the teacher frowned.
Weak applause.
Leaving, she glared at me.
Home, the atmosphere was bad.
Dad saw our grades.
I was improving.
But no one said anything.
Everyone was around Brittany, saying it was
okay.
I didn’t care.
I went to the library, online, to talk to Jessica
about studying.
She did well, too.
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I didn’t eat dinner.
After homework, I went to the kitchen for a
salad.
Apples, bananas, kiwi, dragon fruit, mango.
Colors, milk.
I was about to eat, Brittany came out.
Her eyes were red, but she was angry.
“I’m hungry, give me that, make another one.”
I said no.
“Get your own, I’m not your maid.”
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I walked away.
Someone grabbed my hair, I almost fell.
The salad spilled.
Brittany grabbed the bowl, ate fast.
She glared.
“That’s for you! Lick it up. That’s all you
deserve.”
Then, the bowl fell.
She coughed.
Her face was red.
Her lips were swelling.
“What did you do to me…”
I was shoved.
Sarah ran over.
“If anything happens to my daughter, I’ll kill
you!”
Dad picked up Brittany.
“To the hospital!”
They left.
I stared at the mess, and Kevin grabbed my
arm.
“Did you give her mango?”
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“You know she’s allergic!”
