One-Cut Queen

, and in my world, e

elled of stale beer and disappointment, a stark contr

mework was a deliberate step away from a future my par

"lottery ticket," and his mediocre athletic career con

lly showed me attention-enou

," my father grunte

d in, her voice sharp, "You can quit school. We

n my chest as their words extinguished my

er sneered, dismissing my intellig

l do what you're told," effectively erasing

thin me-this town, this school, my own fam

ost, a ready-made sacrifice,

education, my only path to escape, for

the cafeteria manager's blatant favoritism, I knew exactly

just begun-a ruthless, calculated game where