Revenge Is a Mother's Gift
The admissions office calls and says my daughter's admission fee has been paid, asking when I'll come to handle enrollment.
I'm completely stunned.
My daughter, Natalie Steward, is top of her class. She's already guaranteed a spot in the city's best high school, Dream High School, with no admission fee required.
Upon questioning my husband, Arnold Lewiston, he claims the admissions office must've made a mistake.
He says, "I just wanted to surprise you, so I pulled some strings with the principal to get her into the accelerated track. You should talk to the teachers and make sure we get the best homeroom teacher so I can look good."
As soon as I end the call, I slam the accelerator and
Bab Populer