I stood there and really looked at the rented apartment I'd spent the last year in for the very first time.The wallpaper was peeling off in chunks, exposing the ash-gray concrete underneath.The curtains were stiff from too many washes, and their edges were stained with stubborn mold.The ancient AC rattled overhead, blowing nothing but hot air.During the hottest months of exam prep, I sat at my desk every day grinding through practice papers.By the time I finished a single test, I'd be drenched in enough sweat to wash myself twice.But my family wasn't poor.Mom, Dad, my sister, Paige Hunt, and my adopted brother, Reynold Hunt, lived in a 3,000-square-meter luxury apartment right downtown.Reynold had his own study, piano room, and gaming room. Even his collection of sneakers and figurines had its own dedicated display room.Yet, when they kicked me out, Mom just frowned and said, "It's only for a year. There's no need to rent a fancy place. Once the SAT is over, we'll bri
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