But Diane declared, "Only those who score a hundred on their finals get to eat these."
I figured Diane thought Marlon would easily score a perfect hundred while I was always too careless to manage it.
But this time, she was wrong. Marlon scored a ninety-eight, while I miraculously got a hundred.
I was bursting with excitement over the watermelon, but Diane said, "Marlon has been working so hard in middle school; he deserves it."
Even Vincent couldn't take it anymore and interjected, "Ashley got a hundred! She should get some, too! It's just one watermelon—we can afford it."
Exactly! It wasn't some extravagant luxury, just a watermelon!
But back then, I didn't understand that Diane's actions were unfair. I remembered getting so upset when I caught her sneaking into the kitchen while I was asleep, cutting some watermelon for Marlon. I threw a fit.
When I confronted her, Diane snapped, "Marlon is working his butt off! He's burning the midnight oil studying, and I'm just giving him a few slices! What right do you have to complain?"
I couldn't find the words to respond, so I fell silent. After that day, I swore off watermelon entirely.