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Mom’s voice dripped with smug satisfaction, like she was bragging to her own daughter.
“Didn’t I tell you? I got approved for that promotion at work. My interview with corporate headquarters is next week, and your school happens to be close to the interview location. I’ll just leave after that. Perfect timing–I can stay with you and see how you’re adjusting to college life.”
My heart sank. I quietly protested, “Mom, the school doesn’t allow parents to stay in dorms. You
should get a hotel room.”
My voice was barely autlible–I was terrified one wrong word would trigger another violent
outburst like at home.
“What do you mean ‘not allowed“?” she snapped.
“Don’t worry about it! I’ll talk to your school administration myself!”
I don’t know what she told the dean, but she returned looking triumphant.
My nightmare wasn’t over.
I tried comforting myself: Just hang in there. One more week until freedom!
My phone pinged with a notification–the student clubs were hosting a welcome party tonight, encouraging everyone to attend.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been insecure about my patchy, shaved head. I habitually made myself invisible in social settings. Throughout school, I rarely joined group activities–even at my high school prom, I was just a wallflower in the corner.
Watching my roommates excitedly choosing outfits, I felt a stab of envy, especially seeing their golden curls–exactly what I’d always dreamed of having.
“What’s that? Let me see!” Before I could react, Mom snatched my phone.
“Welcome party?” she said loudly.
My roommates turned toward us, drawn by her sharp voice.
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My face burned red as I bit my lip, wishing I could disappear under the covers.
“You’re going! Always so lazy, never participating in anything,” she declared.
Then she suddenly turned to my roommates, raising her voice:
“Let’s all go to the party together tonight! Oh, it’s been years since I was in school–I miss that youthful feeling!”
She ran her fingers through her thick, luxurious hair and adjusted her ridiculous fake eyelashes.
My roommates, clearly uncomfortable with this strange, over–the–top woman, mumbled “Okay,
okay” and quickly grabbed their bags, practically running out the door.
Suddenly it was just Mom and me in the room.
“Mom, are you really going?” I asked hesitantly.
“Of course! I want to see what kind of people your classmates are. They should get to know you properly.” She started pushing me toward the closet.
“Hurry up and get dressed! God, you’re so slow–it’s infuriating.”
After being shoved around, I found myself at the party entrance wearing an outdated purple dress from the last century that didn’t even fit anymore.
Night had fallen. Flickering lights spilled from inside, making me squint.
I nervously clutched my dress hem, keeping my head down as a breeze sent chills across my exposed scalp.
“Hey! Look who’s here!”
“Holy shit, it’s Voldemort!”
Hearing this, I turned to leave.
First day, and already being targeted?
Before I could take a step, a strong hand grabbed me.
“Where do you think you’re going? Your classmates are calling you. Are you deaf?!”
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