It was embarrassing for Jennifer go to the same school bus with her mother. She was five years old while her birth mother was and eight grader with another kid on the way. Somehow despite a small setback Jennifer was acing all her school work as she had no brainfog what-so-ever. She didn't even notice that she was doing the third grade stuff accidentally as it felt too easy for a eighteen year old Jennifer.
On that day Mary was called to the school. Jennifer, Mary and the head teacher of the school were talking about option in which they saw Jennifer's potential and explained to Mary how lucky she was to have a kid like Jennifer. Mary couldn't contain her joy as she kept asking how she always believe in her daughter. The head teacher noted how young Mary was but Mary explained that she was Jennifer's legal guardian and that her mother was always busy with something else. Trying to dodge any parental questions as the teachers finally were browsing thourgh the official records. Mary tried her best to sway the conversation back to Jennifer and explained to the teachers attending how Jennifer needed better and higher education since normal kids might hinder her learning.
The head teacher agreed and made grandma Mary to sign a waver that the school would relocate Jennifer to a all-girl school meant for smart people. She would switch schools tomorrow and start a very different kind of education. And just like that. Jennifer was now soaring through the grades like an eagle despite being five years old. Tomorrow if she got older the could be a third grader already. Everything seemed to go better than she was expecting. There was no way anything could come and ruin her from graduating faster than she could snap her fingers. She was seen as gifted student after all.
Back at home Jennifer was beaming and expressed her joy how grandma was taking of her every need. Some time later Sylvia came back to the house and looked pissed. Expressing her anger how she just couldn't understand the math and french was too hard. Mary started to look pissed as well as told Sylvia that from this day onward Sylvia and Jennifer would swap beds. Jennifer would get the small room where Sylvia had lived all her life while Sylvia had to sleep in the living room on of the dirty cloths and towels. Sylvia protested the idea but a swift slap to the face sealed the deal. Jennifer felt the seething anger that was starting to boil under Sylvia's skin. She wasn't going to listen to her mother and begun to berate how awful mother Mary was and how it wasn't fair how a kid like Jennifer was able to get a special treatment. She didn't want to get pregnant. Expressing her sadness and unfiltered hatred how the room she had was the only solace she had left.
Mary listened but ignored Sylvia's woes. Explaining to her that blaming others wouldn't solve her problems. She was willing to let Jennifer to decide if she wanted to invite her mother to the bedroom with her but after that show Mary sternly ordered Jennifer to go to her room while her first born daughter Sylvia would spend rest of her adult life on the living room floor. Any of Sylvia's children would share the same fate and space as her. Sylvia broke into tears as she sat down on the cloth pile. Jennifer closed the door as the last thing she saw was her mother's teary eyes. Jennifer lied on the mattress where her mother had slept all these years. The afternoon had turned into a dusk as the nightsky could been seen from one of the windows. Jennifer, a bit exhausted from such an eventful day, closed her eyes under the warm planket.