No Longer Yours — The Slap at the Party

everyone else my advisor my guidance counselor friends who'd written recommendations they'd all been so careful but my own parents couldn't be bothered I pulled up my phone and booked a flight to California if they didn't want a daughter, I'd stop being one. In three days, I'll be gone. The next morning,

investigator called back. Stanford is giving me a second chance, but it required my parents to be present. I knew this had to be the only chance. My advisor had managed to secure for me. I rushed downstairs. I stared blankly at the lavish decorations and the room full of guests. Confused, I walked over to my parents. What are you doing? Isn't it obvious?

throwing a celebration party for Chloe's victory. I gave a self-deprecating smile and took a deep breath. Tomorrow afternoon, the investigator is coming to our school to discuss my college admission. Enough, enough. That's not important. Go help out in the kitchen first. I took a deep breath, then demanded loudly. You're throwing a party for her just for winning some little

community award yet you say my college admission isn't important you have to be there tomorrow afternoon everyone around us turned to look curious about what was happening my mother slapped me hard knocking me to the floor