PART2:I lied to my dad and told him I had failed the entrance exam, even though my score was 98.7. He just 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.
We went to the notary office. The fake Diane was still there. She was a girl my age, with her hair dyed like mine and a fake ID on the …
PART2:I lied to my dad and told him I had failed the entrance exam, even though my score was 98.7. He just 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