Perfect Growth: From Cinderella To Princess!

They cherished their precious son, so Zachary was loved and cared about since he was a little boy.

Zachary grew up spoiled, but he met me, who came back from the country, and I wouldn't spoil him.

As Zachary wanted my hairpin, I didn't give it to him.

My teacher gave it to me before I left the country.

Zachary sat on the floor and cried when he couldn't grab it from me.

His sound of crying attracted Tom and Patricia, who beat me up and held my hairpin in front of Zachary.

But Zachary didn't shed a single tear.

Tom and Patricia were extremely worried about him.

Zachary got the hairpin and thought there was nothing interesting about it, so he casually threw it on the ground.

The crystal diamonds on the top of the hairpin fell off.

I shouldn't have taken it out.

Seeing that I was looking at the hairpin as if it were a treasure, Zachary asked for it back.

After that, I never saw the whole hairpin again.

I occasionally saw a fragment of it.

There were a lot of things like that.

It included my clothes, shoes, pencil case, erasers, and awards...

Zachary would grab and hide anything I cared about.

He told me, "Olivia, dare you hit me? If you win, I'll give it back."

I knew I could never win.

He would cry and make others worry about him.

From that moment on, I gradually stopped fighting back.

Because there was no justice in our home, and it wouldn't help if I won.

When we got to middle school, Zachary's bad habits came up like a gale.

Zachary became one of the troublemaking students at school and learned a lot of dirty words.

He followed the others to insult people.

Zachary would return home and talk dirty to me when he didn't have enough fun outside.

He shook his body like an idler, bringing his friends to watch and laugh at my embarrassment.

He cheerfully continued to do such things to satisfy his weird needs.

Tom and Patricia would just frown slightly, "You're old enough not to talk dirty anymore."

Zachary would pretend to be well-behaved in front of them, but he seemed as nasty as a hooligan behind their backs.

"Olivia, I hid your pen. You couldn't find it, could you?"

He quickly pretended to be nice when he heard the door open.

He said with grievance, "Olivia lost her pen, but she blamed me, so you shouldn't ever buy her a new one. Our teacher said we should take care of our stuff, and if she lost it, she should review herself."

Tom and Patricia promised Zachary with a great smile on their faces and scolded me severely. They praised Zachary and rewarded him a toy he really wanted.

I kept quiet and memorized it all in silence.

I didn't want to be bothered with them, and I wanted to get out of here.

I was waiting. As long as I worked hard to get into a better high school and applied to the school for boarding, this kind of nightmare would be over for a while.

I would still see them on winter or summer vacations, but I could be myself completely.

However, Zachary ruined my future with his own hands.

Zachary muddled through each day in middle school, comparing himself to others who were doing worse.

They would compare who got the lowest marks this time and how the teacher was exasperated.

He had nothing to do with studying.

When our grades came out, Zachary glanced at his scores and continued to brag about them to his friends around him.

I got enough marks to get into the best high school so that I could apply to Stewart University later.

Zachary only got forty-nine points. He was even a little dumber than a fool.

No school would like to admit him.

Zachary was about to work in a factory after graduating from middle school.

Tom and Patricia thought their son was a genius, and that he would do well in high school and catch up with everyone.

Zachary's scores would not get him into a good high school.

So, they were going to use me as a gift to help him get into high school.

I was just a tool that was so cheap that it didn't cost anything.

It took them a long time, and only one terrible high school was willing to accept Zachary.

There was only one art student in this high school's last edition who applied to a decent college.