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A trillionaire in the University

Chapter 3Ā Penelope's High Before the Low

Word Count: 1096 Ā Ā Ā |Ā Ā Ā  Released on: 20/03/2024

High Before the Low (Bef

n her face. She wielded her privilege like a weapon, lashing out at anyone who dared to cross her path. To me, she was nothing more than a petty dictator, a spoiled brat drunk on her own power. But oh, how the mighty have fallen! Now, she grovels at my feet like a beggar. Her once-proud demeanor has been reduc

e-room rented apartment with no windows. We would always cuddle

nd went out to work. At just eighteen years old, he took on the role of breadwinner, working long hours as a security guard at the local supermarket to pay the hospital bi

Jason can't do this alone," she added, her voice filled with conviction

e murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "You have already done so much for our family. But you

s, books or pencils. All the students will laugh at us,

hrough like a ray of sunlight breaking through stormy clouds. "Treat their opinion as t

a, you must be knowledgeable to become somebody in

ad. It was tattered and a little dirty but it was my favorite. Call it delusion, but I thought I looked cute. I shuffled along, ignoring the looks of disdain students threw my way. I stood out like a sore thumb in a sea of per

with tailored trousers that accentuated her endless legs. She tossed her perfectly coiffed hair. A smirk

e leaned in to her friends, her voice dripping with disdai

g?" she exclaimed with feigned horror. Her words were a cutting i

end myself. "They're vintag

e, they're just old, dummy," Penelope

ed to fuel her cruelty. Each snide remark wa

g slippers to school," another s

nk back in my seat. I felt the shame pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. In that mom

e desk as she continued. "Did you raid the thrift store bef

uth if no one else can." Her lip curled in disdain as she glanced at my worn slippers. "Th

from a homeless shelter?

" she sneered. Her words were like venomous snakes poised to str

With each taunt, each mocking laugh, I felt a piece of my self-esteem crumble away, leaving me feeling s

with tears drippi

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