My Life, Their Game: The Second Chance

actice SAT in hand, and my contro

y smile that always preceded th

you swap that score with Jennifer,

te for her approval, so blind

my academic success, got into an Ivy Leagu

opportunity, condemned to dead-end jobs, and ulti

eir low voices filled with chi

's success," my mother had said, "I

was a resource pack, a dispo

ng light, and I gasped, bolting upr

rough the window, the du

that same predatory gleam in her e

tim

hings would