My Twin Sister Stole My College Admission Chapter 02
That year, Chloe’s health took a massive nose-dive, and she almost lost her life. From that moment on, the only brother in the world who had ever loved me completely threw his allegiance to her side.
“You owe her this!”
I grew up hearing this exact sentence on repeat.
From clothes and bedrooms to the SATs, I had to hand everything over to her.
Outside, the loud roar of a sports car engine cut through the quiet air.
I looked down through my narrow window. Downstairs, my parents were walking in the front, carrying dozens of designer shopping bags of all shapes and sizes.
My brother and Chloe followed closely behind. His right hand was gently ruffling her hair, while his left hand carried a box of the gourmet cupcakes she obsessed over.
I bit my lip.
Wanting to stand up for myself one last time, I ran down the stairs.
“Mom, Dad, Logan… those are my scores! I don’t want to give my life away to Chloe!”
They froze in their tracks simultaneously. My dad’s face instantly darkened into something terrifying. “Say that again.”
I took a deep breath. “I said, there is no way I am giving—”
A sharp slap landed on my cheek, accompanied by a stinging, burning pain, abruptly cut me off.
I collapsed onto the floor, clutching my throbbing cheek, my eyes welled with hot tears.
“Insolent brat!” my dad roared, his chest heaving. “You think you can rebel under my roof?!”
My brother shielded Chloe as they walked right past me. He looked down at me with cold pity and disdain. “Elena, you are being incredibly selfish and immature.”
Chloe chose that exact moment to open her mouth.
“Mom, Dad, Logan… please stop yelling at Elena, okay? I won’t go to Kingston! Those aren’t my scores anyway, I don’t want them!”
My brother’s eyebrows knitted together, his tone softening instantly as he looked at her.
“What are you talking about? Elena owes you this. Just focus on going to Kingston with peace of mind. Half the extended family is going to join our road trip to move you into your dorm on orientation day.”
I stared at them blankly, letting out a hollow, tragic laugh.
From this moment on, I would never crave an ounce of their affection ever again.
My brother pulled out his MacBook and cast a sharp, sideways glance at me.
“Hand over your SAT registration details and student portal login. I’m filling out the application myself. I’m changing the password too, so don’t even think about touching it.”
I didn’t fight back.
It didn’t matter anyway. My academic profile had already been locked and transferred by Stanford University. Whatever they filled out on the Common App would be a completely useless effort.
But since I didn’t move fast enough, my mom gave me a rough push. “Stubborn, miserable brat. Just looking at you makes me sick!”
She rushed into my room herself, rummaged through my desk, and snatched my registration ticket.
My brother logged into the portal.
“We only need to put down Kingston as the single choice Early Decision. The admissions director explicitly told us that whatever major we pick, they’ll push the acceptance through.”
He looked at Chloe with a gentle, adoring gaze.
“What do you want to major in, sweetie?”
She offered a shy, delicate smile. “Maybe English? I’ve always liked reading.”
Hearing this, I let out a sharp, mocking scoff.
“Liked reading?” She was just terrified that if she picked a STEM major like AI or Computer Science or Engineering, she’d completely expose herself as a fraud on day one!
Chloe’s eyes turned red instantly. She bit her lower lip, looking deeply victimized.
“Elena… do you really look down on me that much?”
The hostile, threatening glares of the entire family instantly locked onto me, aggressively protecting her. My heart hardened into a block of ice, and I remained completely silent.
My brother immediately comforted her.
“Ignore her, she wouldn’t dare. English is perfect. We’re locking it in.”
“Mm! Thank you, Logan!”
I lowered my eyes, hiding the deep, dark exhaustion swirling within them.
I truly “didn’t dare,” because when we were kids, if I did even the slightest thing to make Chloe unhappy, the punishment was brutal.
Sometimes they would starve me for an entire day, locking me in the dark crawl space under the stairs.
Sometimes they would make me kneel outside in the freezing winter snow until my legs went entirely numb and stiff, forbidding me from standing up.
Sometimes I would be disciplined harshly with a belt.
In short, whenever Chloe was unhappy, it was universally my fault.
My brother snapped his laptop shut, finally looking at me with an authoritative, unbending command.
“I’ve officially taken full control of your student account. As for any ordinary community college major you want to take, we don’t give a damn.”
“But remember this for the rest of your life: your sister has permanently replaced you.”
I clenched my fists tight, nodded slowly, and took a deep breath to suppress every single emotion.
It’s fine.
Even if they submitted the paperwork, Chloe would never step foot inside Kingston.
