No wonder.
Is the world really this small? These vermin are everywhere.
What kind of survival rate was this?
"Since when? Last I know, that's never been the case."
Sasha Westwood's mother froze before regaining her composure.
"Of course, you wouldn't know. You don't have a child enrolled here." She eyed Lily, a sneer forming on her face.
"You're right. I'm a bit too young for that."
I laughed before adding. "How's Trinity's grades? I hope they're not like Sasha's, it would be a shame not to see you next year after all."
Talk to me about enrollment when you manage to produce a child who could actually graduate from here.
She kept forcing her way in, only for her kids to get kicked out for being too dumb.
Now she's snarling, unable to hide the anger and humiliation on her face.
"Lily, you're going to lose because you can't participate." The little clone barked, suddenly confident with her mom around.
