Chapter 7

The next day, I went to school and entered the classroom.

But as soon as I opened the door, a bucket of water came crashing down on my head, drenching me completely.

Immediately after, the room erupted in raucous laughter.

The whole class was laughing, everyone delighting in seeing me soaked like a drowned rat.

I stood frozen in place, aware of a foul odor emanating from my body.

Olivia walked up. She wanted to slap my face like before, but hesitated and drew back her hand.

She said smugly:

"Jack specially scooped this water from the toilet. A few classmates even took a piss in it."

So it wasn't water, but urine.

I wanted to ask for leave to go home and wash up, even if it meant skipping class. But Jack and Chris blocked my way out.

Olivia said: "Skipping class is a bad habit. If you dare leave, I'll tell my dad to expel you. You believe me, don't you?"

Olivia is my classmate, and also the principal's daughter.

I worked so hard to get into this school. I can't be expelled.

Olivia knows this, so she always uses it to threaten me.

I could only walk back to my seat step by step.

Along the way, everyone covered their mouths, looking at me with disgust.

I opened my textbook to find it filled with vicious words written in red pen.

"Whore!"

"Slut!"

That was Alex's handwriting.

I lowered my eyes to see the camera lens hidden in my desk drawer blinking green.

Voices sounded around me.

Alex said: "I can't believe this bitch is actually Lucas's sister!"

Jack said: "A dog and a heartthrob, who could've imagined that combination?"

Chris said: "They can't be blood related. Wonder how that bitch latched onto Lucas."

...

My brother graduated from Oxford Law School.

He's still a legend there even years after graduating.

No one could believe someone like me was the sister of someone like him.

My brother and I aren't actually blood siblings.

I was adopted by his parents when I was 8, but soon after his parents died in a car accident. So people always said my bad luck caused their deaths.

I don't know if my brother resented me for that back then, but regardless, he still raised me.

Many times I've hated that I'm not his real sister. Maybe then the shackles of blood relation could restrain this madman, keep him from being so unrestrained with me.