The Wangs vs. the World Read Online Free

fact, I told your father that we would likely be able to work something out. Perhaps—”
    “You are not going to make me work in the cafeteria,” said Grace, horrified. “There’s no way. I’d rather go to public school, Dad. Daddy!” Grace could swear that she heard her father crying on the other end of the line, but she didn’t want to say anything in case it turned out to be true.
    “Okay, xiao Meimei, don’t worry, okay? It’s okay. We come pick you up and then we go get Andrew, and then we go to Jiejie jia. ”
    “Dad. Baba.” Grace felt very reasonable now; she could see that she was going to have to be the adult here. “What are you talking about? I am not driving cross-country with you guys. Who goes on a cross-country family trip? Anyways, I have to take my SATs. I’ll just stay at home, okay?”
    Ugh . The headmistress would not stop looking at her. The last time Grace had been in this office was two semesters ago when her art teacher had narced on her. The art teacher, who made all the students call her Julie. It was embarrassing when adults tried to act like people.
    The problem hadn’t been the dwindling supply of muscle relaxers hidden in the lining of her Louis Vuitton change purse or the bottle of Belvedere stashed under her rainbow of cashmere sweaters. No, the bitchy art teacher, who was so nineties with her ugly dark lipstick and riot grrrl bumper stickers, had walked into the computer lab and caught Grace uploading a photo of herself. She’d been in one of her best morning outfits ever: black lace Wolford tights, navy blue school uniform skirt (hemmed way up), Saina’s beat-up old cowboy boots, a new Surface to Air button-down topped with one of her dad’s old paisley Hermès bow ties from the eighties, a pair of thick tortoiseshell glasses with fake lenses—which no one had to know about—and, holding together her deliberately messy hair, a bright yellow silk sash tied in a knot. So much cooler than that poseur VainJane.com’s outfits—Jane lived in Florida. How could anything really stylish ever happen there? How did every single outfit of Jane’s get so many comments, anyway? That girl thought that Louboutins were enough to make any outfit—so boring. Grace couldn’t understand it.
    Anyway, Grace was sure that this outfit would be a hit, and she was about to post it to her blog, already anticipating the responses from her followers, when Julie had crept right up behind her, trying to be quiet. The teacher wasn’t even smart enough to realize that you couldn’t sneak up on someone who was using one of those computers because they’d be able to see the reflection of your stupid face on the screen.
    As she’d reached out to tap Grace with one burgundy polished nail, Grace had turned and smiled.
    And that was what she’d gotten a demerit for: Insubordination.
    The ethics committee had decided that Grace’s blog was fashion focused and not about “exploiting herself and undermining her power as a young woman”—in other words, not about sex—but that she’d shown an unwillingness to accept guidance. It was a totally ridiculous thing to get in trouble for, but whatever. It didn’t matter anymore.
    “Gracie, you pack your things up—but just the important things, okay? We be there in a few hours,” said her father
    The headmistress cut in. “Grace, if you’d like someone to help you clear out your room, just ask. You shouldn’t be afraid to ask for help, alright, darling?”
    Grace pressed the off button on her cell.
    “Don’t call me darling, ” she said. At least no one could give her demerits anymore. Ugh .
    Sometimes she hated talking to her father. Was it possible to love someone and hate them at the same time? Or to love someone even if you didn’t actually like them? If her mother were alive, things would be different. Everyone she knew got along with their mothers and hated their fathers, but she didn’t have the luxury of a spare parent.
     
    “So