The sound of my words hitting the table was like a physical blow. My mother's fork clattered loudly against her plate."Stella!" My father's voice rose—sharp, heavy, and reprimanding. He stood up halfway, his chair scraping violently against the hardwood floor. "You will not speak to us like that! We are trying to help your sister, and you're sitting there complaining about leftovers?"Claire let out a soft gasp, pulling back as if she had been slapped. She looked at my mother, her eyes brimming with fresh tears. "Mom, it's okay. I can try to catch up on my own. I don't want Stella to be upset with me.""Don't be silly, Claire," my mother said, her voice tight with anger as her glare locked onto me. "She's just being difficult because she wants attention.""I am not asking for attention," I said quietly, my voice steady despite the adrenaline pounding in my chest. "How could you even say that?"I stared at her eyeball-to-eyeball, not flinching. "This is my sophomore year. She can adap
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