I scolded Stanley as we drove to the Lookout, a private enclosure overlooking the Caribbean Sea.
“You didn’t need to be so mean,” I folded my arms.
Stanley laughed. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am.” I said. “Clark was just being friendly. If he hadn’t been so smart, we would have failed our assignment today.”
“So you would have gotten a zero or something,” Stanley shrugged. “No big deal.”
That was easy for him to say. His father could send him to whatever university he wanted even with his sub-par grades.
My mom and I were struggling, middle-class citizens. It wasn’t that smooth for me. I had to get a scholarship or I was stuck in Belize.
Even as a little girl, I’d known that I wanted to get the heck out of here as soon as possible and that was before the drama with my now-existent fa
