My Twin Sister Stole My College Admission Chapter 07
Chloe stood completely dumbfounded, her mind going entirely blank. “What?”
“It’s… it’s not from Kingston?!”
Logan violently snatched the admission letter away from her. The entire Sterling family stared at
the document, their eyes widening in pure horror.
“How the hell is this Stanford?!”
“I personally filled out the application portal myself!” Logan muttered under his breath, his voice trembling in frantic confusion.
The professor looked at the long line of students waiting behind them and frowned. “Please step
aside to the edge and wait. Everyone else, please cooperate and move forward.”
The family dragged themselves over to a nearby campus pavilion, looking thoroughly humiliated. Just minutes ago, they were floating on clouds; now, they were drowning in awkward, breathless
panic.
My aunt’s daughter rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath, “Wow, Cousin Chloe. How do you manage to get an elite score but can’t even figure out which university you’re actually supposed to attend?”
Chloe’s face was as white as a sheet, and massive tears began streaming down her cheeks.
Seeing her daughter cry, my mom’s heart broke into a million pieces. “It’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay.
This has to be some kind of accident.”
While the four of them huddled in the corner pavilion, Logan, consumed by an uncontrollable fury,
pulled out his phone and dialed my number.
“Elena!”
The moment I picked up, his explosive, raging roar rattled the speaker. “Where the hell are you?!”
I replied with absolute, icy calm. “Where else could I be? I’m at Stanford, obviously. Or did you pathetic fools honestly believe I would actually go to a trashy community college just to save that worthless fraud, Chloe?”
Logan’s eyes went wide. He looked like he couldn’t believe the person speaking with such biting, ruthless authority was the same invisible sister he had bullied for years. “Elena, have you lost your goddamn mind?!”
Hearing my voice, Chloe’s face flushed a deep crimson, and she looked like she was about to pass
out from hyperventilating.
Logan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to suppress the absolute fury vibrating in his chest. “You secretly altered the application details behind my back, didn’t you?!”
I let out a sharp, mocking laugh over the line. “The password was strictly in your hands, Logan. How could I have changed it? Besides, I explicitly told you at the front door that I was never accepted to Kingston. You just chose to blind yourself because you were too busy stroking your own ego.”
“You-!” Logan choked on his own breath, gasping for air in pure rage. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?! Chloe is literally crying her eyes out right now!”
“How dare you play us like this?!”
My voice remained entirely flat, completely devoid of any emotional warmth. “I told you before:
that SAT score was my hard work, and that acceptance letter is my life. You wanted to hand it over to
Chloe on a silver platter? In your dreams.”
Hearing this through the speaker, my parents started jumping up and down in rage, screaming into
the phone.
“You ungrateful, rebellious brat! Elena, you drop out of Stanford this exact second and reapply next year for Kingston! Otherwise, don’t you dare think we will ever recognize you as our daughter
again!”
I let out one final, cynical scoff.
“Don’t recognize me? Perfect. In fact, let me make it official: from this exact moment on, I am legally cutting ties with all of you. We are done.”
Click.
I slammed the phone down, a smirk of pure, bitter irony crossing my lips.
Back in Massachusetts, the four of them stared at the dead screen, completely paralyzed by my
words.
My mom blinked blankly. “What did Elena just say? She’s cutting ties?”
Logan froze as well, a sudden, unfamiliar wave of panic striking his heart. But looking down at Chloe, who looked like she was about to collapse, he quickly forced himself to snap out of it and
formulate a plan.
“We are flying out to California right now. We’re going to Stanford.”
Since she can’t drop out immediately, we’ll force Elena to come out of the school and let Chitne take her place there!”
“As for that ‘cutting ties’ garbage, she’s clearly just throwing a petty tantrum. Ignore it.”
No sooner said than done. The four of them completely abandoned the crowd of extended relatives, booked the next available flight, and headed straight to Stanford University.
Meanwhile, on the sunlit Stanford campus, the admissions director had personally guided me through my registration process and handed me a brand-new debit card.
“Elena, this contains your academic excellence stipend, pre-disbursed by the university. It’s
$15,000. Your full-ride housing and tuition scholarship will automatically credit every semester, so you don’t need to worry about filing any paperwork.”
I accepted the card and nodded gratefully. “Thank you so much, Director.”
I could easily guess why they had fast-tracked the cash disbursement. After all, my faded,
repeatedly washed clothes and my single, completely flat backpack were loud indicators of my
financial situation.
She patted my shoulder warmly. “Let me introduce you to the department faculty.”
After a quick tour of the tech labs, I got to meet several elite computer science and AI professors.
As we walked back to the main hall, the director turned to me. “By the way, we would love for you to
deliver the keynote speech as the freshman class representative at the convocation tonight. Are you up for it?”
I blinked, slightly caught off guard.
After processing the sheer shock of her offer, I nodded vigorously. “Don’t worry, Director. I can do
it.”
By 3:00 PM, the Stanford freshman welcoming convocation officially commenced. Standing backstage, my heart was racing with a bit of nervous adrenaline.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed with an iMessage notification. It was from Logan.
