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Two days later, I went to school.
Brittany transferred to our sobosl
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Brittany transferred to our school.
She stood at the front, bright, confident,
friendly.
A kid who grew up with love.
Me? Total opposite.
All day, I watched Brittany.
Seeing if the girl Dad loved was as great as
he said.
After school, the other students left.
Brittany was still sitting at her desk, waiting
for someone.
I was sweeping when I heard her yell, “Kevin!
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You’re here to pick me up!”
My heart skipped a beat, and I looked up.
The fifteen–year–old answered, “Yep, here to
get our princess, Brittany.”
He looked at me, paused.
Brittany was whining about getting burgers,
and he looked away, leaving with her.
The girl cleaning with me said, “Brittany’s
brother is so sweet, unlike my brother, who
steals my snacks.”
Yeah!
He was so good to his sister.
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He didn’t even know his real sister.
Later, I found out.
That afternoon, Kevin knew who I was.
He saw the hope in my eyes, but he
pretended he didn’t.
He didn’t like me.
Going to the bathroom, I heard Brittany telling
her friends:
“My brother has a real sister, he hates her.”
“My brother suffered with Dad, moving
around. Her and her mom lived a happy life. If
Dad hadn’t been forced to leave with nothing,
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my brother wouldn’t have gone through so
much.”
!
“And her mom’s so shameless. She made her
daughter ask my dad for money. Dad’s
supporting Kevin, why should he pay for her,
too!”
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I stood in the bathroom, freezing.
My brother thought that way.
He thought I was shameless.
He thought I was like Mom.
He hated me.
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He forgot.
He picked Dad.
He didn’t know.
My life after the divorce was worse than his.
