That evening, as I set my alarms before bed, I was filled with hope for my college entrance exam—the first step toward my dream of becoming an oncologist in honor of my late mom. But the next morning, I woke up to find my alarms mysteriously turned off. Panic set in as I realized the exam was starting in minutes.
Desperate, I begged my stepmom, Linda, to drive me, but she smirked and dismissed my plea, saying med school wasn’t for me. Just then, my little brother Jason revealed Linda had sabotaged me, turning off my alarms to fund her own business idea with my dad’s money.
Jason called the police, who not only confronted Linda but also offered to drive me to the exam. Against all odds, we made it just in time, and after a quick explanation, I was allowed to take my seat.