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19. Favouritism, Favouritism, Just Dowright Favouritism

Chapter Nineteen

"An F?!" Whitney had yelled at Aaliyah when she had seen that terrible grade on her report card.

"But I got 5 As, 2 A Stars and 2 Bs!" Aaliyah had ranted back at her mother, which was something she had usually gotten into some trouble for but she actually didn't care this time.

It was one Friday in April and Aaliyah and Lisa has just gone back home from school.

Lisa had arrived to the sitting room minutes after Aaliyah though because she liked getting changed before she had gone downstairs.

But Aaliyah?

Aaliyah seriously didn't care at all.

She had done a few tests, along with Lisa and everyone else in their grade at school- and she had just gotten her report for it.

These were mock exams though.

Not real exams.

So they mattered although not as much as the real ones did.

Aaliyah had lowkey just given her report card to her mother, hoping for at least a little bit of reassurance or something over her amazing grades.

But sadly for her, that never came.

She had completely overlooked her grades-the good ones anyway, to focus on the one and only bad grade on her report card instead.

"I don't care. You got an F and I'm disappointed."

She did care.

She just didn't want to show it.

She just honestly didn't like her children getting bad grades. And sometimes they couldn't have been blamed for that, which was what Whitney understood to be honest.

But when they could have been blamed for that, as in during situations they could have actually controlled?

She wasn't happy, at all.

Aaliyah had worked so damn hard for her grades and she had always used to think that they would have paid off or something...

But from the way her mother was acting right now?

One would have completely thought otherwise.

"How can my daughter be coming home with an F?" She was really meant to say that to herself but she had ended up saying it out loud instead. "That's completely unacceptable."

Aaliyah didn't say anything.

Although when she was lowkey just about to do so, that was when her sister Lisa had entered the scene. She had showed her mother he report card.

Her grades weren't half as good as Aaliyah's, but Whitney had still unfairly decided to be more lenient on her anyway.

Lisa had gotten a couple of As and Bs, but she had gotten more Bs though- and one D.

"Baby, what happened? Well done on your grades though."

Aaliyah was absolutely furious.

"Are you seriously kidding me right now?" She had hollered at her mother, with Lisa and Whitney just staring at her in the meantime.

"I got way better better grades than Lisa did, yet you still find a way to congratulate her over me?" Furious wasn't even the right word to describe how Aaliyah was feeling right not to be honest.

This was favouritism.

Just downright favouritism.

And Aaliyah was absolutely sick of it.

She knew that Whitney had always preferred Lisa over her, but luckily her father DeVante here didn't really play favourites.

Hence why she had preferred him much more than she had preferred her mother.

Aaliyah had stormed up the stairs in absolute and downright frustration, and it was as Whitney had been reminiscing about this flashback that she had realised that yeah.

DeVante was right.

She really did compare her to her sister a lot, and it wasn't something good either.

She had sighed gravely to herself.

"I never really considered things from Aaliyah's perspective until now. I feel like such a terrible parent."

She kind of was really.

But not in the sense that she had let her children get away with everything.

Because she didn't.

And neither did DeVante too for that matter either, to be honest.

In the sense that she was by far too strict on them sometimes, which was kind of damaging to their self esteem and everything.

"I feel like I should go and apologise to her," Whitney had added, mainly when DeVante had left her speechless because he didn't know what to say to her.

As she was lowkey about to stand up and leave though, he had completely held her back.

He wanted her to stay, Aaliyah needed all the space she could have gotten.

She could have done so tomorrow.

"But tomorrow isn't guaranteed, love..."

"I know," he kissed her gently. "But let's just focus on having the best house inspection we can."

Which was exactly what they did.

Hahahaha.

Sort of, anyway.