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Cast Aside: The Genius You Can't Have

Cast Aside: The Genius You Can't Have

Author: Canal
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 2183    |    Released on: Today at 17:14

feteria all day, until my wrist swelled too much to hold a pen. The reservation desk at the library, ten dollars an hour, seven week

ieved one thing: if I held this family

had forty-two dollars left in my bank account - everyt

en to themselves a

doors and slapped his forehead

the best light in the house. He said this one was for

room, right next to the water heater. "You're the olde

that house was the work of an un

pecting the whole family to r

was unplugged and hauled away to make room for Blake's shoe rack. The day I graduated first in my cla

grease and kept my mouth shut, they would love

and housing covered. I hadn't been able to bear leaving home, so I hadn't replied. Over three days

cracked laptop on the laundry

pte

Perr

til the day I left, I never

school all day and would be living on campus once I got to college, so I wouldn't be home much, and the four d

e separated by a single chain-link fence; both gates opened onto the same road. He picked up Colton and Blake an

g home to my own house meant standing at the door first and waiting

e practice times with his coach, Blake needed to call home for a ride after dance. I asked if I could have one too. He said I was home more than anyone, there was a landline, I didn't need one. So when the invitations went out it was four numbers: his, Dolores'

he math and said an extra line was twenty-two dollars a month and the whole plan would have to be re-signed, it wasn't worth it. I stopped asking and bought myself a prepaid card, thirty

ng each: the master bedroom for him and Dolores; the basement suite for Colton, which had to

stopped and slapped a

we forg

lake needed to follow along with practice videos, the two boys needed somewhere quiet to do homework, no

n he turned i

nroll. He said four - him, Dolores, Colton, Blake. Four people in the family, exactly four. That model came stock with four slots.

called people over one a

- number two. Colton - number

palm over

hat abo

reen. Grey text came up:

slots. Just ring the bell. T

ack and put it i

l in the app, you could add more. He said filling out forms, wait

e in. Sometimes forty seconds, sometimes two minutes. In winter I'd stand there wi

ng for someone to open it for me. The thing on the door changed over and over, and ev

carried them up to the second floor one trip at a time while Co

Sunlight came through the wide bay win

my father said from

office chair in and se

. Both arms were shaking from

am I suppose

the barbell and the protein powder. Set up that green folding bed

floor, no heating vent, and the d

rframe, a plastic straw

barely here anyway. I start two

bathroom holding two paint

ss duffel away from my door? It smells

canvas bag, carried it over, and s

ible. The laundry room will do for

and looked back at me, as if there was someth

oom and picked the canvas

f iron pipe underneath it. The water heater turned ov

dust off the thin mattress with an old rag,

cracked laptop out of my backpack, and co

was an email from a uni

ch scholarship to our graduate program in Applied Biostatistics. The award includes a full tuition waiver,

her, and a separate studio apartment on campus. The funding did not conside

. The water heater clicked twice

ne in that lett

upstairs. I didn't pick up

Accept button, clicked it, and typed

ing history, dragged the PDF of the offer onto a small

r the door opene

at my feet. Inside were Colton's out-o

," she said. "Blake needs the space under his closet for

gs in toward t

r the bed. Six inches from

ed her arms an

nk. Anyone would think we

nt ups

room full of plastic bins and t

every class, the oven grease scrubbed clean, Craig's shirts i

no sound and letting everything on

ad a gym in the basement. Blake had his own bath

one l

ow-up document. The room was confirmed: Gotthard Building, 304,

n the screen

a Pe

the o

uilt-in ba

e in the la

e black flash drive and my passport into

there three days, and for three days I had been looking for a reason I

cce

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“From eighteen on, I worked three jobs. Overnight shifts at a burger place, standing until one in the morning. Trays in the school cafeteria all day, until my wrist swelled too much to hold a pen. The reservation desk at the library, ten dollars an hour, seven weekends of it. The money went home one paycheck at a time: Colton's cleats, the family broadband bill, the four tires on my father's car. I held on year after year because I believed one thing: if I held this family up, there would be a place in it for me. The day my father put the down payment on that house, I had forty-two dollars left in my bank account - everything that remained after I paid for Colton's season gear. Four bedrooms, given to themselves and my two brothers. My father finished counting the doors and slapped his forehead. "Oh - how did we forget you." The fourth room was left over, south-facing bay window, the best light in the house. He said this one was for the two boys to do their homework in - quiet, good light. My mother set up the green folding bed in the laundry room, right next to the water heater. "You're the oldest, Alexa. Be sensible. Your brother needs the space." For thirteen years, what I did in that house was the work of an unpaid maid who got room and board. "You're an adult now. Stop expecting the whole family to revolve around your schedule." I washed my brothers' jerseys. I carried their equipment bags. I slept on concrete. The family desktop was unplugged and hauled away to make room for Blake's shoe rack. The day I graduated first in my class, my father threw my certificate into the trash - that thing wouldn't get you an athletic scholarship. Back then I thought that if I scrubbed enough grease and kept my mouth shut, they would love me someday. In their eyes I was an appliance. So when the email came from Switzerland - a full research scholarship - I didn't say a word. Tuition and housing covered. I hadn't been able to bear leaving home, so I hadn't replied. Over three days I found myself three reasons I couldn't go. I thought each one through carefully. None of them held. On the fourth day I opened the cracked laptop on the laundry-room floor and clicked Accept.”