My Mom Threw My Acceptance Letter Away For My Stepsister Chapter 01
The day the college decisions arrived, Mom discarded mine without even opening it.
She peeled open my stepsister Sophie Hayes’s like it was made of glass. Posted it online.
My brother Ethan Whitman ruffled Sophie’s hair, grinning like she’d just cured cancer.
“That’s our girl.”
My childhood friend Gavin Hartwell handed her his card with a soft smile. “Use it for whatever you want.”
I stood there invisible.
Nobody turned around as I fished my letter out of the garbage, wiping off coffee grounds.
Mom’s gaze flicked to me. “Ready to admit what you did?”
I pressed my lips together. She scoffed, fury flickering behind her eyes.
“I told you. You’re the older one—you’re supposed to let her win. You crushed her on the SATs. What were you trying to prove?”
I dug my fingers into my faded jeans, a hollow ache splitting my chest.
Let her win?
I’d handed over my brother. My mom. Gavin. My grades. Everything. The exams were the one thing I’d tried to keep for myself.
And all I got back was silence from the people who shared my blood.
So from this moment on, I was done handing anything over. Done waiting for love that was never coming.
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I couldn’t answer her. I just tried to slip away.
Mom’s voice cracked like a whip.
“Stop.”
“Is this how you talk to your mother? Were you raised in a barn?”
I stayed quiet.
Because I had fought back before. It never worked.
The day my stepdad moved in with Sophie, my bedroom was the first thing she took.
I fought that.
My mother lectured me for an hour. Then she didn’t speak to me for a month.
For ten years, Sophie had lived in this house.
The remote control. The last slice of pizza. My own mother. My own brother. Every single thing became hers.
And every time I pushed back, I was the difficult one.
Mom stared at me like I was a stain she couldn’t scrub out.
“You and I are nothing alike.”
“Everyone says Sophie is more my daughter than you’ll ever be.”
Just the mention of Sophie’s name and her voice went tender. Sweet.
When her eyes landed back on me, the interrogation resumed.
“You scored that high and you never showed it before. Were you hiding it on purpose? What’s your angle?”
The words scraped my throat raw. I forced my chin up, swallowing the ache. “Mom. You’re my mother. What possible angle could I have against you?”
She blinked.
I dropped my gaze, a bitter laugh dying in my chest.
Actually, yeah. I did have an angle.
All those years I’d tanked my scores on purpose, keeping them just below Sophie’s. Trying to earn their approval.
My only angle was wanting my mother and brother to love me.
But I’d forgotten. They didn’t need a reason to love Sophie. Same way they didn’t need a reason to stop loving me.
The silence thickened.
Ethan stepped forward, jaw tight with impatience.
“Natalie, you have to understand how this family works. Sophie isn’t like you. You have Mom and me. We’re your family .”
“She only has Robert.”
Gavin folded his arms, frowning at me.
“Alright, we get it. You’re pissed we changed your college applications. You’re going to Crestwood with Sophie. End of story.”
“You’ve had your tantrum. Time to be mature.”
Back and forth. Every word out of their mouths made it my fault.
I let Sophie win for years. The moment I outperformed her, I’d committed some unforgivable sin.
And the applications.
A raw, deep grief twisted inside me.
The day the results came out, I stopped holding back. I scored in the top percentile—high enough to make every elite school on my list realistic.
My stepdad Robert Hayes—Sophie’s father—gave a dry, hollow laugh.
“Well. Natalie’s certainly… impressive.”
Not one person in that house was happy for me.
Sophie burst into tears.
“I’m useless. I can’t do a single thing right.”
Then she suddenly struggled to breathe.
My mom. My brother. Gavin—who once swore he’d adore me forever—all scrambled to steady her breathing.
Mom snatched my phone to check the score. Her face went cold.
“Look what you did! I told you over and over—let her win. And you went behind my back?”
Ethan rushed over to calm her down.
Then he frowned at me. “Natalie, you were out of line.”
Gavin wouldn’t even look at me. Wouldn’t waste a single word.
To calm Sophie down, Ethan issued the final order. I was forbidden from applying to any top-tier school. Wherever Sophie went, I followed.
That was how my one and only dream died.
I didn’t argue anymore.
I took my stained, garbage-smeared acceptance letter and trudged up to the cramped room at the end of the second-floor hall.
From under my mattress, I pulled out the private offer Westbrook University had sent me directly.
I signed my name and sent the photo to the admissions officer.
My last escape route.