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The Misunderstanding at the Parent-Teacher Meeting
墨書 Inktalez
In the classroom, desks and chairs lay scattered across the floor, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of paint.
I knelt on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth like a twisted worm.
"Tell me! Who are you? Why are you here for my son's parent-teacher meeting?" The woman screamed hoarsely, raising a Mop Stick high above her head, her eyes filled with hatred that seemed ready to consume me.
I laughed, a sound tinged with desolation and self-mockery. "Of course I'm here for the meeting; I’m his aunt."
The other parents watched indifferently, as if they were spectators at a show.
The car key my brother had given me was now lodged in my chest, blood staining its once gleaming surface.
"Aunt? Let me tell you, my husband doesn’t have a sister! Stop pretending! Today, I’ll make you understand the consequences of stealing someone else's man!" She swung the Mop Stick down violently, and darkness engulfed me as I lost consciousness.
I never imagined that attending my nephew's parent-teacher meeting would turn into a nightmare of my life...
My mother—she actually told others that I was no longer worthy of being her daughter...
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As consciousness gradually returned, a buzzing filled my ears, like countless bees buzzing around.
I slowly opened my eyes to see distorted faces and flickering lights in my blurred vision.
Pain surged through me like a tidal wave, and I realized I was lying on the ground, my body aching as if it had been shattered.
Struggling to prop myself up, I pressed my bloodied hand against the rough concrete floor, which felt painfully abrasive.
"Don't let her get away! She must be a mistress!" Zhou Ran's sharp voice pierced through my eardrums. I looked up to meet her twisted face contorted with rage.
She pointed at me, as if accusing me of some heinous crime. "Look, this is the evidence! She's driving the car bought by my husband and shamelessly brought my son to take family photos, attending the parent-teacher meeting! Is there such a woman?"
I gritted my teeth against the excruciating pain, struggling to stand up. My bloodied hand trembled as I reached for my pocket, trying to call the police.
But before I could grasp my phone, Zhou Ran snatched it away and smashed it onto the ground. "You want to call the police? Dream on!"
She was like a madwoman, stomping on my phone, shattering the screen instantly, just like my hopes—broken into pieces.
Around us, the other parents whispered and pointed, like spectators enjoying a farce.
Some even took out their phones to record, flashes going off incessantly, stabbing at my eyes painfully.
Despair washed over me like a tidal wave; I felt as if I were suffocating.
At that moment, my gaze fell upon the parent-teacher meeting sign-in sheet scattered on the floor. I struggled to move my body, extending my hand to shakily pick up the crumpled paper.
It clearly bore two names: my nephew and my brother—Zhao Yan.
With every last ounce of strength, I raised the sign-in sheet above my head and cried out in anguish, "I am Zhao Yan's sister! His biological sister!"
My voice was hoarse but carried a desperate shout.
The once noisy classroom fell silent in an instant; all eyes were fixed on me.
Shock, confusion, and disbelief intertwined in the air.
Zhou Ran was also taken aback; the malice on her face faded away, replaced by a hint of panic.
Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
I slumped helplessly to the ground, the attendance sheet slipping from my hand and drifting down like a withered leaf.
The air around me seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of my rapid breaths and the pounding of my heart.
At that moment, the homeroom teacher finally squeezed through the crowd. Upon seeing the chaos in the classroom and the mess on the floor, his face turned pale.
He anxiously scanned the room and shouted, "What’s going on? Why is everyone gathered here? Where are the children?"
A parent pointed at me and said, "Teacher, she... she is the mistress..."
The teacher furrowed his brow, glancing at me and then at Zhou Ran. "First, take the children to a safe place!"
He decisively directed other teachers to lead the students away from the chaotic classroom.
Zhou Ran's girlfriends were chattering away in her ear, and her face flushed with alternating shades of red and white. She shot me a fierce glare before turning to follow her friends out of the classroom.
I remained seated on the floor, staring blankly ahead.
Other parents gradually dispersed, leaving the classroom empty except for me and the scattered debris.
I slowly lowered my head to look at my blood-stained hands and managed a weak smile.
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