Chapter 1
Three Rich Girls Blocked Me After School And Tore Up My Test Because I Scored Higher Than Them—They Had No Idea Who My Father Was
I was halfway across the parking lot when Madison stepped in front of me.
Her two friends moved behind me, blocking the only way out.
“Well, look who thinks she’s smarter than us now,” Madison said.
She grabbed the math test from my hand before I could react.
I had scored 100.
Madison had scored 76.
“You embarrassed me in front of everyone,” she snapped.
“I didn’t do anything to you.”
She laughed and tore my test straight down the middle.
Then she ripped it again.
And again.
The pieces fell around my shoes while her friends recorded everything on their phones.
“Maybe next time you’ll remember your place,” one of them said.
I bent down silently and started picking up the pieces.
Madison kicked one away from my hand.
“You think a scholarship makes you special?”
They assumed I was poor because I took the bus and never wore designer clothes.
I never corrected them.
My father had taught me not to use our family name to get special treatment.
Then Madison grabbed my backpack and dumped everything onto the pavement.
My phone slid across the concrete.
She picked it up and saw an incoming call labeled “Dad.”
“Should we tell Daddy his little genius is crying?” she mocked.
Before I could stop her, she answered.
“Your daughter needs to learn some manners.”
There was silence on the other end.
Madison smiled at her friends.
Then my father’s calm voice came through the speaker.
“Put my daughter on the phone.”
Something in his tone made Madison’s smile disappear.
I took the phone from her.
“Dad, I’m okay.”
He asked only one question.
“What school entrance are you standing near?”
Ten minutes later, three black SUVs turned into the parking lot.
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Madison stared at them and whispered, “Who is your father?”
The rear door of the first SUV opened—and the school principal suddenly ran outside, his face turning pale when he saw the man stepping onto the pavement.
