Valedictorian? More Like a Billionaire!

My SAT score came out, and I absolutely crushed it - a 1580, the highest in the entire state.

Brittany, the queen bee of our school, just laughed at me. "So what if you aced the test? You're still going to be poor," she sneered.

Well, I'm done playing nice. Time to drop the truth bomb.

You see that skyscraper downtown? The one that dominates the whole city skyline? Yeah, that's my family's.

And that Maybach your daddy drives? That's mine, too.

1.

The scores dropped today and, let me tell you, I got dumped.

I stared at the breakup text from Chad on my phone, the one where he was basically saying he was ditching me for Brittany, and I just wanted to go full-on ghost mode and haunt his pathetic existence.

"Dude, 688 and 692? You two are practically Ivy League material!"

The class group chat was blowing up, a total frenzy of 99+ messages. Everyone was congratulating Chad and Brittany on becoming a power couple and going off to college together.

"Hey, anyone know what score Tiffany got?"

"Who cares? She's been at the bottom of the class since freshman year. She's probably already filling out applications for community college."

"LOL, maybe she's getting ready to start her shift at the local Walmart."

I just sighed as I scrolled through the endless jabs. It was always like this - any time someone praised Brittany, a whole pack of her wannabe followers would come at me. I looked at the blank page on my phone, no scores, no ranking, and just turned it off.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated – it was my dad.

"Hey sweetie, did you check your scores?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice sounding a little flat.

He must have picked up on my mood, because he paused and then said, "It's okay, kiddo, we can always try again next year."

"Nah, Dad, I already picked a school. There's no way I'm improving my score anymore. It is what it is, you know?"

Dad sighed, sounding resigned. He asked which school I'd picked, so he could help me get ready.

"Uhh, Community Tech of South Bend," I said, taking my time.

2.

The next day, the class president messaged me, saying we had to come back for the graduation ceremony.

As soon as I walked into the classroom, all eyes were on me, followed by a bunch of snickering.

"Hey Tiffany, did you get your score? Did you manage to get enough to get into the local JC?" Brittany's top sidekick stood behind her, ready to laugh at my expense.

It wasn't just her. Everyone looked at me with that same "loser" stare, like I was some kind of dirtbag.

"They always say that hard work and struggle makes you successful, but then there's Tiffany over here. Broke and failing, destined for the assembly line.”

"At least I'm better looking than you, unlike some people who are only pretty on the outside and rotten to the core, begging for attention."

They weren’t expecting me to snap back, and the girl’s face turned beet red. She tried to come at me, but Brittany grabbed her arm.

"Okay, okay, that's enough."

"Tiffany didn't do well, she’s probabl...