I let out a deep breath—finally, winter break. After four months of outright torture, I was given a reprieve from the obnoxious senior boys and girls that filled my school to the rafters. I hated private school, and I wished my parents would give it up and let me go to a school where I could at least wear what I wanted, but when two Brown graduates put their heads together, you get a competitive streak a mile long. That competitive streak meant my parents would do just about anything to make sure their children succeeded in the world, even if it meant we had to live in utter misery.
Chapter One
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