I like to think I’m an intelligent and kind person. I help people study, help out around the greenhouse because my mother isn’t much help and my siblings don’t have much business sense. I work hard at both of my other jobs, while balancing my GPA and my clubs. I still volunteer on the weekends, still spend time with my younger brother and try to reach out to others.Screenshot-50

So what if I don’t have many friends? I’m happy the way I am, thank you.

My sister doesn’t see it like that.

“Look, we’re all hoping you’d come out with us.” Jennifer said to me as I got dressed for the day, in the rather limited options I had. “It’ll be fun!”

“Oh please, running around the river getting drunk sounds ridiculous.” I told her bluntly. “I have a paper to work on anyway, plus there’s a debate two weeks away I need to prepare for.”


“Hannah…” Jennifer began but I shooed her away so she could leave me alone. I really didn’t need to bother with the idiots at school. None of them were worth my time, all weirdos obsessed with becoming farmers or following in their parent’s footsteps.

Like it’s an achievement. Morons.

After getting ready for the day I went down stairs where Jonathan was cooking breakfast, Albert watching TV. Jennifer went off to help with the greenhouse while Marcus was getting dressed himself.


I ate breakfast quickly and left early, heading to school to meet up with the debate club president in the library, wishing to find out exactly what we were going to be covering in two weeks in our competition.

School was always a bit of a chore. I was far smarter then almost everyone there, and it was hard dealing with slow classes and fools who seemed destined to annoy me.

After school I headed to work at the library, where I shelved books. It was a bit boring but I got to read from time to time so it was a lovely job.Screenshot-68

That day however, my boss approached me.“Mrs. Turner!” I said in surprise upon seeing her, given she never leaves her office half the time. “What’s wrong?” I asked her curiously.

“Mrs. Turner!” I said in surprise upon seeing her, given she never leaves her office half the time. “What’s wrong?” I asked her curiously.

“Nothing Hannah, I was just approaching you to see if you knew about the fact Saint Anges is holding scholarship competitions?” I froze in shock.

Saint Anges for Girls was one of, if not the, best schools in the country. Getting into that school guaranteed you were smart, driven and cunning. Margret had tried and failed the last time the scholarship competitions happened… but I was smarter.

“Do you have an application form?” I asked her eagerly and she laughed, nodding.

I eagerly locked myself in an office filling it out.


This was my chance, this was my way to show the world I wasn’t like my parents. I wasn’t a highschool dropout drunkard and I wasn’t a failure of a baseball player.

I could be so much more.


I was nervous and excited as I waited for news on what they thought of my application. The only one who knew was Marcus, my youngest brother. I got along with him the best out of my family that still lived at home.

We were pretty tight, myself being the only one who didn’t treat him like some porcelain doll due to his slight brain damage from his birth. With three babies, even two who were stillborn, Marcus hadn’t gotten as much oxygen in the womb as he could. I blamed mother for not choosing to select which child to live honestly.

Though we might not have Marcus then…

Marcus had a stutter and had a hard time learning things, leading to everyone treating him like an invalid, much to his displeasure. He wasn’t a moron, just had a hard time with things.

So I made sure to treat him like any other child, and took him places father disapproved of. Mostly the fairs where I fed him sugar.

I took him to the autumn one in town, the fair actually taking place near his birthday so it was my gift to him. He got his facepainted, cheered me on in the apple bobbing contest. (Which was disgusting) We got our pictures taken and went into the haunted house.


“Y-you ne-nervous?” he asked me as we sat in the food area.

“A bit. I mean… I’m like almost eighty percent sure it’ll be fine?” I said cautiously. “But… what if I don’t get in and they send a letter laughing at me?”


“…W-would they d-d-do that?”

“…Okay, maybe not.” I sighed.

“You’re a-a-awesome, you’ll gggg-get in.” Marcus told me cheerfully. I laughed, and smiled, hoping he was right.


Part of me wanted to for the status, the chance, the future it could give me… and another wanted to rub it into Margret’s face that I was better.

I eagerly waited for the letter as the weather got colder. And then… I got it one day.

I rushed inside to open the envelope, excited and thrilled.Screenshot-84

Dear Hannah Snow,

 You have been selected to attend the interview for the Saint Anges Scholarship Award…

 “YES!” I screamed, throwing my arms up and laughing. I’d gotten past the first part! I just needed the…

Oh… I looked at the letter finding out where the interview would take place.


“…Oh no.” I said softly, terror gripping my heart.

I’d need to talk to my parents.


My father was by himself for once, looking exhausted. I hesitated for a second.

“…Dad, can I talk to you?” I asked. He looked surprised but smiled.

“Of course Hannah, what do you want to talk about?”

“…I’ve applied to the Saint Anges Scholarship and got an interview.” I began in a rush. “The interview is in Bridgeport-“

“Wait, what?!” My dad interrupted me. “Hannah! You should have asked us!” You mean you. I thought as I sighed.


“I wasn’t sure I could get in, but I did manage to get the interview and-“

“No, your mother wouldn’t be able to handle you going off to school, it’s why we refused to let Margret go to the interview.”

“…What?!” I yelled in shock. Dad blinked and nodded.

I had no idea…

“So, no. I am not letting you go to the interview.” I felt anger at his words, felt fury in me.

“So, I’m supposed to put my life on hold, and be stuck here when I could go on my once in a lifetime chance?!” I began. “For my drunkard psycho mother!?” I shouted. He jerked back in shock and horror. “I’m supposed to give everything up for the bitch who-“


“Do not speak to me that way.” He snapped at me. “Do not talk about your mother that way.” I scowled. “This discussion is over.” I glared at him and noticed Jonathan watching us.


“Go the hell away Jonathan!” I yelled at him before stampeding up the stairs in anger.

My best chance at getting out of this hell, and my father…

I had never hated as much as I did then. I hated them so much, all of them. I hated my mother, my father, my siblings…

I cried myself to sleep that night, my dreams gone.

The next morning though, while we were eating Jonathan spoke up to me.


“What do you want?!” I snapped, angry at him.

“I have to go to Bridgeport this weekend.” He responded. Jonathan was part of the mathletes for Riverview and their competitions were everywhere- almost as much as debate. “Dad is busy that weekend, Albert, Marcus and Jennifer said they’d cover for us-”

“Yep.” Albert said, munching on his food. He didn’t talk much, but he was always a good guy.

“Really? Wow…” I said in shock. I’d never thought that they’d do this for me. “But I need to stay at least two days for it.”


“I’ve been in contact with Elizabeth for the last year.” Jonathan said.

“…What?!” I hadn’t heard from our older sister in years, not since she vanished after highschool.

“She lives in Bridgeport, she’s a massage therapist and a personal trainer. But anyway, we can get you to your interview. And then you can stay with her if needed.” I stared at him in shock.

“…Why are you doing this for me?” I asked softly.

“Because dad’s wrong for trying to keep you here.” Was the honest answer. “He’s wrong for trying to make mom happy at our expense. Because you’re my sister.” I looked at him and then smiled.

“Thank you.”

Maybe my family wasn’t a huge terrible thing.