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Back home, Mom and Dad went out to buy groceries for a celebratory dinner. Ivy and I
were alone.
She broke down, tears streaming. “You must’ve done great, right? You’re so happy now. Mom and Dad’s attention is back on you. Everyone loves you, and I’m just some invisible idiot!”
“Don’t get too smug. The SAT is just one step in life. You may have beaten me this time, but it won’t happen again.”
I clapped slowly, smirking. “It doesn’t matter which step in life. You’ll never beat me.
You’re nothing but trash.”
I wanted to push her buttons. She needed to reveal her cards quickly so I could deal with
her once and for all.
Ivy snapped, screaming and smashing everything in sight. Her hands bled as she fell to
her knees.
“I won’t lose! I’ll never lose to you! I won’t let you get into Harvard–MIT. Just watch me!”
One month later, the results were released. Ivy scored 545, barely enough to get into a state college.
Meanwhile, my score was listed as zero.
Ivy seized the chance to manipulate Mom. “See, Mom? I told you Hazel’s scores were fake. She didn’t know the answers this time and scored nothing! Send her to Midland Assembly Plant to work and earn my tuition money!”
Mom stared at her, incredulous. “Ivy, don’t you know what a zero score means? It doesn’t mean she failed. It means she scored so high that she’s ranked separately.”
Ivy refused to give up, pestering Mom to send me to work. Mom ignored her and left for her job.
Fuming, Ivy turned to me. “Don’t get cocky. If you didn’t get into Harvard–MIT, Mom will
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Fuming, Ivy turned to me. “Don’t get cocky. If you didn’t get into Harvard–MIT, Mom will still make you work to support me.”
When the application portal opened, I selected Harvard–MIT’s computer science program and refused to list any alternatives.
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That night, Ivy barged into my room, her face twisted in triumph. “I told you you’d never get into Harvard–MIT! Go check your application!”
Yawning, I opened my laptop. Sure enough, my chosen school had been replaced with some random, low–tier college in the middle of nowhere.
I fixed the application in seconds, reselecting Harvard–MIT.
Ivy was stunned. “You’ve already used your three chances to edit. How could you still change it?”
“Because the application system you accessed is fake. I built it as a game and bookmarked it on my browser, knowing you’d mess with it.”
I added, “I bet Mom hasn’t been listening to you, right? That’s because we made a deal. you proved irredeemable, she wouldn’t protect you. And guess what? You just lost.”
Ivy collapsed to the floor, muttering, “I lost? How could I lose? I’ll never lose!”
I leaned in. “Oh, by the way, I’ve already been pre–admitted to Harvard–MIT. Your little schemes were pointless.”
She fainted on the spot.
I’d recorded everything: Ivy sewing the cheat sheet into my pants and making the anonymous report.
With Mom’s permission, I handed the evidence to the police. Ivy was arrested, and her record was permanently marred. The college she got into rescinded her acceptance.
After her release, Ivy struggled to find work. Even the assembly plants wouldn’t hire her. She ended up at a small sweatshop, earning pennies for grueling labor.
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Yawning, I opened my laptop. Sure enough, my chosen school had been replaced with some random, low–tier college in the middle of nowhere.
I fixed the application in seconds, reselecting Harvard–MIT.
Ivy was stunned. “You’ve already used your three chances to edit. How could you still change it?”
“Because the application system you accessed is fake. I built it as a game and bookmarked it on my browser, knowing you’d mess with it.”
I added, “I bet Mom hasn’t been listening to you, right? That’s because we made a deal. If you proved irredeemable, she wouldn’t protect you. And guess what? You just lost.”
Ivy collapsed to the floor, muttering, “I lost? How could I lose? I’ll never lose!”
I leaned in. “Oh, by the way, I’ve already been pre–admitted to Harvard–MIT. Your little schemes were pointless.”
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She fainted on the spot.
I’d recorded everything: Ivy sewing the cheat sheet into my pants and making the onymous report.
With Mom’s permission, I handed the evidence to the police. Ivy was arrested, and her record was permanently marred. The college she got into rescinded her acceptance.
After her release, Ivy struggled to find work. Even the assembly plants wouldn’t hire her. She ended up at a small sweatshop, earning pennies for grueling labor.
She tried seducing the sweatshop owner to escape, but the man’s wife caught her. Seven months pregnant, Ivy was beaten so badly she and the baby both died.
This time, it was me who attended her funeral. Ethan and I stood hand–in–hand, placing flowers before her grave.
“Do no evil, Ivy,” I said softly. “Maybe you’ll be a better person in your next life.” Yesterday
