Dear Sister, Accept My Revenge

"Talia, I'm so sorry. You worked so hard to be admitted into that university. But in the end, I can go there without any effort." After Clara left, Georgia stopped pretending to be a good girl and sneered with a vicious expression.

"Georgia, your acting skills really astonish me. I think you can even get an Oscar Prize," I said.

In my previous life, I knew that Georgia was very good at pretending.

When in school, she was a typical kind of mean girl who bullied others with the boys from the rugby team.

At the same time, she also looked down on nerds like me. But now, her most desirable thing was the admitted letter of a nerd.

But in front of adults, she switched her disguise to be a considerate good girl.

Since I was a child, unlike Georgia, who spent all her time at parties and bars, I had been absorbed in learning and reading in my room.

The neighbors all liked the talkative and cute Georgia but regarded me wearing thick glasses as a plain nerd. So, they preferred my sister.

As the gossipy neighbors kept judging Georgia and me with different standards, they enhanced Clara's biased impression of us.

Most of them stopped learning after they finished high school and knew nothing about the preciousness of knowledge. Of course, they wouldn't understand the smartness was the genuine beauty.

"Tsk, look, no matter what, Clara always favors me. You're just jealous!" She snatched the admission letter from me and stuffed hers into my hand.

But she didn't know I had been totally disappointed with Clara. In my previous life, after forgiving her over and over again, the only thing I could receive from her next time was still betrayal.

She was Georgia's mother, not mine.

Maybe Georgia had no idea that she now looked like an arrogant chicken.

Looking at her swaggering away, I sneered at her in my heart.

In my previous life, no one knew how many nights I had stayed up to get the chance to learn with the best brains in this country.

Maybe Clara knew about it, but she robbed it for Georgia regardless of my strenuous work.

In the past, after school, I looked through the window and saw the heartwarming scene of a woman teaching her daughter to read under the warm yellow light. I had fantasized about it countless times, but it never came true.

I knew Clara would do the same thing; she would just do it with me.

I called her mom only because of our biological connection.

And in this life, I would watch them walk the same path I walked in my previous life and taste the pain of losing everything.