I lived my entire life being wronged. I deserved the same life that every 14 year old had. I deserved a house that I could call home. I deserved a loving family. But what I wanted most was money-not for luxury to live without worrying about food, clothes or hygiene. A normal living state was what I wanted, yearned for. My life started like any other: I was born. Then my mom and dad treated me with care and made me learn to talk and walk. They took pictures of my proudest moments and also took them in my failures. I even won a spelling bee at 8 years old. They were proud, happy and ecstatic for my future. A week later,
« E-X-S-T-A-T-I-C », I said.
« Wrong! »
I failed at the last stage of my second competition. I felt humiliated, sad and depressed. I looked at my parents and they looked back at me-but it was different. They used to look at me with an amused look when I failed at practices, yet now they were talking to eachother while looking at me. I knew it was bad and their expressions said it all.
I got traumatized.
« Never could go to a stage ever again without extensive practice », was what the psychiatrist said to me.
Those words were the first words that I memorized in seconds. I never knew that it was the start of my descent. They never brung me to another competition and never talked about my loss ever again. I talked vaguely about it to my primary teacher and she then talked to my parents. I heard an argument break down insults, shouts and screams. My teacher tried to make them understand that even if they were nobles they shouldn't expect a child to be perfect. My mom retorted fast saying that she had no voice in this matter and that my education could go however they wanted it to go.
I heard that she got fired the day after. Yeah, I forgot to talk about that but my biological parents were nobles. A social class that got you spots in a top university with an 80 mark in math.
Seriously!
I knew because that is how my cousin a 22 year old went into one of them without studying for more than 20 minutes each day.
« Why did your parents care about that spelling bee competition anyways? It doesn't matter. », Jim said.
The truth was I never knew. Over the years, I had accumulated many hypotheticals and never got a response from them. The best hypothetical I could think of was that they lost a bet because of me or lost face in front of nobles because of me.
Might be both.
« I dont know ! Now shut up and let me talk»
- « Okay, okay poor fellow, », he said sarcastically.
As I said, She got fired. A week later, I saw her on the street and she told me that I shouldn't let the next one fail. I didn't understand a word of what she meant at that time, but I did when I got told that I would have a younger sister. I didn't even need to help her because she was gifted. So much so that she had the knowledge that I used to have at 8 while she was 4 years old. The moment my parents found out, they showed her to the whole world because she wasn't a bit more than average like me, she was a genius. She could read and explain what she read at 4. She was destined for greatness. Then a private academy where only the best young masters could enter gave a spot into their academy to either me or her. He had to chose.
He gave the spot to her.