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Bam!\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had been holding my head, but hearing the voice, I turned around immediately.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The basketball, originally meant for my back, smashed directly into my jaw instead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A brutal force, carrying the smell of stale rubber from the old basketball, slammed into me all at once.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was sent flying instantly, my head slamming against the stone steps behind me. A fresh pudiated from the back of Purchase completed my skull.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I reached back to touch it and pulled my hand away covered in blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing the sheer fury in Mom\u2019s eyes, my lip quivered, and I burst into tears.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMom!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing me in such a mess, my hand drenched in blood, Mom broke down instantly and rushed toward me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, what are you doing, lady? We told you this place is taken. You can\u2019t come in.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The boy guarding the door tried to block her, but he froze when\u00a0<\/p>\n
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he met Mom\u2019s ferocious glare.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou fck\u2026 You, what do you think you\u2019re doing?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019m telling you, I\u2019m a student. Watch out or I\u2019ll sue you!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s eyes were cold as ice. She snarled, \u201cDon\u2019t worry. Even if you don\u2019t sue me, I\u2019m suing all of you. You can kiss college goodbye!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The boy stumbled back, terrified.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Marcus just stood there, dazed, staring blankly at\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mom didn\u2019t go over to hit or scold Marcus; instead, she ran straight to me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Sarah. I\u2019m so sorry!\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mom is late. It\u2019s all my fault!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wiped the tears from her face and forced a smile. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, Mom. You\u2019re here now, that\u2019s all that matters.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mom pulled tissues from her bag, wiped my hand first, and then pressed them against the wound on my head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Only then did she call 911 and my Homeroom Teacher, one after the other.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNobody leaves! I\u2019m recording this. Don\u2019t even think about running away!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing the boys shifting restlessly, looking like they wanted to\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Watching her shield him from the storm, he believed Mom was the person he loved most in the whole world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But later, Mom started making him learn this and that, forbidding him from doing whatever he wanted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And he began to think Mom was so low-class-no jewelry, ugly clothes, not elegant at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even though Dad told him their family was rich and he could do whatever he pleased.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Over time, he grew to hate Mom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He liked the pretty lady by Dad\u2019s side.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She spoiled him, never disciplined him, and let him do whatever he wanted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the time, he thought, If only she were my mom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He never expected his dream would actually come true.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That pretty ladybecame his mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And when his real Mom left, all he could think was how ugly her sad, tear-streaked face looked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But later, the pretty lady changed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was nothing like before, when Mom treated him so well.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He missed Mom, but she had disappeared.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Until one day, when he came to school, he saw Mom picking up\u00a0<\/p>\n
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and dropping off a girl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It hit him like a wake-up call: Mom didn\u2019t want him anymore; she had a child of her own now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Watching that girl throw herself into Mom\u2019s arms and sweetly call out \u201cMom,\u201d the rage in his heart grew wild like untamed weeds.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So he grew jealous, resentful, even crazy enough to bully her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yet he was terrified Mom would find out what he was doing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He hid it as best he could, but unexpectedly, Mom still found out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Only, Mom didn\u2019t recognize him anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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and dropping off a girl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It hit him like a wake-up call: Mom didn\u2019t want him anymore; she had a child of her own now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Watching that girl throw herself into Mom\u2019s arms and sweetly call out \u201cMom,\u201d the rage in his heart grew wild like untamed weeds.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So he grew jealous, resentful, even crazy enough to bully her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yet he was terrified Mom would find out what he was doing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He hid it as best he could, but unexpectedly, Mom still found\u00a0<\/p>\n
out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Only, Mom didn\u2019t recognize him anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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