Plot Twists Campus Short Stories & Poor Student Novels

When I started college, I wanted a normal college experience, so I refused to use the black card my parents gave me. My roommate, Peggy Slade, was on need-based financial aid. Every day, she did two things. First, she'd sweet-talk her rich, hot online boyfriend and brag about him. Second, she'd make fun of me, the small-town nobody who couldn't even recognize designer brands. All my clothes back home were custom-made, so I honestly didn't know a single logo. I never bothered explaining. Her online romance was more entertaining than reality TV. Then one day, a screenshot of a money transfer popped up on her phone, and I caught a glimpse. 'Wait. She's using my photos for online dating?' Worse, she'd saved her boyfriend under "Arnault Family Heir." 'But the Arnault family in Rivera is my family. And I'm my parents' only daughter.' I immediately called my assistant. "Find out if my parents have an illegitimate kid."

As a low-income student who's specifically recruited by the elite college this year, I can still feel my hands trembling as I clutch the letter that tells me I get to study for free. Not only are my tuition and miscellaneous fees waived, but I also get to receive 30 thousand dollars' worth of student grant per year. I even get to have free access to the leather seats inside the library, the equipment inside the gym, as well as the aerial garden on the roof. The best surprise for me has to be the cafeteria. All low-income students get a 50% discount on their meals, but the quality of their food doesn't decrease at all. Best beef is used in the steak dinners offered by the cafeteria, whereas a seafood platter showcases the entire huge lobster. Even the most basic mac and cheese meal has different types of freshly grated cheese baked into it. As I sit in the brightly lit classroom and look at the rich students around me, who wear custom-made uniforms and have branded watches latched around their wrists, all I have is one thought. I must be on good terms with them. But my seatmate, who's also a low-income student, isn't as thrilled as me. In fact, she just looks at the people around her with disdain in her eyes. After the first lesson, a rich student arrives at our table. He might not sound polite at all, but at least he's not putting on airs. "Do any of you have time to head over to the cafeteria and buy me breakfast?" I'm about to respond to him when a shrill voice booms out next to me. "You're so annoying! What, you think you rule the campus since you're rich? Had I known that this classroom is filled with useless scions like you who just waste their lives away on nothing, I wouldn't have enrolled in this college in the first place!"

My family was the wealthiest in Brightwater, Bellweather. Yet my parents never stopped praising the scholarship student they sponsored. According to them, he was brilliant, disciplined, and a thousand times better than their own daughter. I refused to believe it. Using a fake name, I contacted him online, pretended to be a struggling student just like him, and flirted with him for months while searching for something I could use against him. Instead, I discovered that Elliot Pierce was almost painfully honest. Determined to expose the act I was sure he was putting on, I enrolled at Brightwater University through its competitive dance program. On move-in day, I pulled my sports car beside him and deliberately splashed muddy water across his shirt. I lowered my sunglasses and smiled at the mess. "I'm Sienna Wilde, the daughter of the people paying your scholarship. "And you're Elliot Pierce? You're not much to look at. I have no idea what my parents see in you." He calmly wiped the mud from his face, said nothing, and walked away. That night, my phone lit up with a message. Elliot: "Molly, I met the Wildes' daughter today. Compared with her, you're an angel."

I'm just a nobody in a stereotypical romance novel. When the sweet, down-to-earth scholarship student, Sienna Cole, transfers to our school, I'm studying. When she starts trashing the Four Great Families and calling them parasites, I'm hitting the books. When the scions from those families take turns dating her, I'm still studying. During the midterm exams, I take Sienna's spot at the top of the rankings. That's when the scions lock me in a dark room and tell me I'll be staying there for three days to teach me a lesson. I pull out my phone and dial an encrypted number calmly. After all, in a story like this, who doesn't have a hidden identity? Three minutes later, a hundred helicopters surround the school.

I'm the school's most dedicated last-place student. When Hannah Cole, a scholarship student from a poor family who has never dropped from the top of the grade, transfers to our school, I'm studying vocabulary. When she stands up to the school bully, Jamie Murphy, in front of everyone and says, "So what if you're rich?" I'm studying vocabulary. When Jamie goes from constantly picking on her to bringing her breakfast every morning, I'm still studying vocabulary. After all, my dad is an academician, and all six of my brothers have graduated from top universities. They never expect me to excel academically. Instead, they always ask, "Sweetheart, did you have fun at school today?" But I refuse to give up. The worse I am at school, the harder I study. Then the National Language Competition results come out. Hannah only places second nationally. With tears in her eyes, she points at me. "Did you mess up my headphones? You'll do anything to get first place. That's pathetic!" Jamie kicks over my desk, and even my homeroom teacher, Ms. Lucy Gilbert, forces me to apologize to her. I pull up the competition rankings. Well, I do come in first—just from the bottom.