Dear Sister, Accept My Revenge

In order to prevent the school from discerning our plan, we did a thorough exchange, even changing rooms.

Clara said, "You should dress and behave like your sister. Oh, remember to copy her daily habits..."

Clara was afraid of the slightest mistake of this plan and paved a smooth path for her baby daughter to embrace a brighter future than what she was supposed to have.

"Mom, but I don't want to wear Talia's clothes," Georgia looked at Clara with watery eyes and begged her artificially.

Clara said, "Georgia, this is all for your own good. People have already had a stereotype of you two, and a sudden change will make them suspicious. Be nice, okay? When you successfully enter university, you can slowly change back to your old self. Remember to slowly develop a new image so that people won't..."

When dealing with Georgia, Clara would be so considerate that she even wanted to do everything for her.

Georgia curled her lips and had to agree.

I opened her closet and was overwhelmed by the variety of clothes.

In comparison, there were very few clothes in mine. What was inside was just a few sets of black or white casual clothes, and the rest were all school uniforms.

Georgia picked up a tedious hoodie from my closet with two fingers and looked at me with disgust.

She said, "Talia, your taste of clothes is really bad. Do you know how long these clothes have been out of style?"

She bought all her fancy clothes with my living expenses, happily going shopping with Clara, and I had to do a part-time job at midnight to survive when she and Clara were having fun together.

After finishing the job in the early morning, I still had to study, not missing every second to enrich my knowledge.

The money I made from my part-time job could merely afford the tuition, and the rest was all for food and traffic. I couldn't spare a penny to get new clothes.

Every teenage girl would die to make themselves look nice, but I never had the chance to do that.

"Well, Georgia, you still look gorgeous in a trash bag," I said.

My words disgusted her, and she taunted my clothes and room with eyes rather than words.

I saw her pick up my old yellowed bed sheet and sniff it with her delicate nose. Then, her face wrinkled, and she waved her hands, as if to dispel the disgusting body odor that she was stained by the original owner of the bed sheet.

She threw my sheet and blanket into the washing machine.

"Mom, can you wash them, please? They smell awful!" she said.

Secretly, I clenched my fists.

Soon, I wouldn't allow her to be so arrogant anymore.