My Twin Sister Stole My College Admission Chapter 03
Only then did they look satisfied. My mom walked over, briefly patting my hand. “Now that’s a good girl. That’s mommy’s good daughter.”
“Tonight, Mommy will make pineapple glazed ham as a reward for you.”
I let out a soft laugh that carried a venomous layer of irony.
“Sure. Thanks, Mom.”
Thank you for not even remembering that I am severely, lethally allergic to pineapples.
I looked over at my brother, Logan. He didn’t have a single reaction.
And yet, when we were five years old, he was the one who panicked, threw me onto his back, and sprinted blocks through the city to the emergency room when I accidentally ate a piece of pineapple…
It turned out to be him too.
The next day, they threw a massive, lavish graduation party at a high-end country club to celebrate Chloe’s “admission to Kingston.”
My dad raised his champagne glass, his face practically bursting with joy.
“My youngest daughter has been frail and sick since she was a baby, but she turned out to be the absolute pride of this family! When she moves to Kingston, I welcome all of you to visit her!”
Chloe smiled bashfully.
“Thank you so much to all my aunts, uncles, and cousins for taking care of me. Once you all come to campus, please come find me at Kingston anytime. I’ll show you around.”
Another massive wave of flattery and brown-nosed compliments ensued, lifting them straight to the heavens.
Meanwhile, I was shoved into a dark corner table by my brother. Before the event even started, he had cornered me and issued a severe warning: I wasn’t allowed to utter a single syllable.
Right then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from the admissions director at Stanford University.
[Hi Elena, your academic files have been successfully processed and registered with Stanford. Which major would you like to declare?]
I didn’t hesitate for a single second.
[Artificial Intelligence and Software Engineering.]
When it came to AI and tech, Stanford’s program was globally elite, far better suited for me than Kingston’s humanities.
[Understood. Admission finalized. Welcome to Stanford.]
I let out a massive sigh of relief. Immediately after, my phone rang. It was an incoming call from a domestic Kingston recruitment liaison—the number I had left on my initial inquiries.
“Hi, is this Elena? We noticed your profile has been officially flagged as accepted and locked by Stanford University. Congratulations, but are you absolutely sure you won’t reconsider Kingston?”
I glanced across the room at the crowded, glittering banquet tables celebrating my sister.
“No need, sir. But regarding my enrollment at Stanford… I must ask that your office keeps this matter strictly confidential for now.”
The voice on the other end paused, slightly caught off guard.
“Of course. We respect student privacy and will not disclose your enrollment status to anyone.”
I turned around, staring at the massive, obnoxious banner that read ‘Congratulations to Chloe Sterling on her Admission to Kingston University,’ and let out a cold sneer.
My life belongs to me now.
They no longer hold a single piece of leverage to interfere.
Two weeks later, the mailman’s voice shattered the artificial peace of our family breakfast.
“Certified mail for the Sterling residence! Two college acceptance packages!”
My mom practically flew to the front door, bringing the two thick express envelopes inside, eager to tear them open.
I gripped my fork tight.
My acceptance package from Stanford University was right in that pile.
But before my mom could open them, Chloe suddenly bolted up. She snatched both envelopes right out of my mom’s hands and carelessly shoved them into the deep corner of her open suitcase.
“Oh, come on, Mom! There’s nothing to look at! It literally has Elena’s legal name printed all over the paperwork, it ruins my mood and makes me upset! I don’t want to see it!”
It was a blatantly petty, transparent tantrum.
Yet, naturally, everyone in the room found it utterly endearing.
My brother smiled with pure, indulgent doting.
“Alright, if you don’t want to look, we won’t look. When the day comes, we’ll just drive straight to campus for registration anyway. Having the physical paper or not doesn’t change a thing.”
He turned his gaze toward me. Am I right, Elena?
I curled the corners of my mouth into a hollow smile. “Whatever you guys say is right.”
He blinked, looking slightly suspicious. After all, in the past, I would always fight back, voice my outrage, and scream in protest—even though it never changed anything.
Why was I suddenly so profoundly, entirely compliant regarding the college situation?
I met his eyes with a direct, unblinking stare.
Logan pondered for a second, but ultimately looked away, unable to piece together any logical conclusion.
Back in my room, it didn’t take long for Chloe to barge in.
She immediately pinched her nose the second she stepped over the threshold, her face contorted in pure disgust.
“God, Elena, your room is literally a suffocating closet. It’s nothing like mine—I have the massive master suite with the best sun-facing balcony in the entire house.”
I said nothing.
I had zero desire to engage in her pathetic conflicts.
“But hey, it’s fine. Once I graduate from Kingston and become a wildly successful corporate elite, I might consider throwing some charity money your way to keep you afloat.”
I took a slow, deep breath. “I don’t need it. Get out of my room right now.”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Suddenly, her eyes locked onto the metal lockbox peeking out from under my desk. Before I could react, she lunged forward and grabbed it away abruptly!
