"Liv wanna spend the night?"
" Yeah sure. I don't have anything else to do."
I drive all three of us home.
"So Ans how was school?"
"Fine. Everyone's thinking I'm you."
"You kidding? My boobs are so much better."
"Most guys are ass guys though."
"Alright stop bragging."
Olivia and I sit in my room.
"You wanna go swimming?"
"Yeah sure. Ooh let's take insta pics. I'm getting good at photography."
"Alright what suit should I wear?"
"Definetly the burgendy. It suits your skin so much."
She takes a perfect picture of me by the pool underneath the sunset.
"Damn you are getting great at taking these."
"Good you better tag me."
I post the picture and then we get in my pool.
My house is fancier than most. But we sure as hell aren't rich. But we're definetly low upper class.
I jump in the pool.
Thankful that I put in my newest dexcom that is water proof.
"Would it be such a bad thing everyone new you had diabeties?"
"Ugh. I guess not. But I feel like it gives people a reason to doubt me. Like I'll never be as good because I have a disease. And I definetly don't want people to want to be my friend and be guilty when they don't."
"You're perfect though. I think everyone sees that now."
I go underwater. Maybe drowing myself won't be that painful.
"Ans you got a notification from instagram."
"Can you check it?"
"Yeah sure."
She gets out of the pool and grabs my phone.
"Holy fucking shit. Ans get over here."
I get out of the pool and hurry over to her.
"Asher just liked your post and then followed you."
We both squeal. I'm very glad I posted it and I was at the right angle and it didn't show the lower right side of my stomache. So from what anyone can see I'm totally normal.
"What are you two going on about?"
"Oh nothing."
Eva sits down in the lawn chair next to us.
"So wanna trade my boobs for your ass?"
"No. My boobs are actually getting bigger. So I'm ok."
She looks glum.
My alarm wakes me out of my sleep.
I don't feel as stupid going to school today. Maybe it's because most people should know I'm not Eva.
And I'm not wearing a croptop.
I walk into class.
"You know you and you'r sister couldn't be less alike."
"Excuse me?"
Asher is sitting in the back of class, the teacher ran to go do an errand. There's ten minutes before class.
"You hide the things you don't want people to know. She doesn't care."
"I guess we all can't be perfect."
He chuckles. "Yeah."
"Alright class we're going to backtrack. You and a partner are going to be writing a fictional story. This will be about anything you want but keep it clean. The due date is two weeks from now. And I will pick your partners. Also this will be an out of class project. So you will not have class time to work on this. Let's begin partners."
She looks directly at me and then around the class.
"Asher. You'll be with Ansley."
"She picked me with Asher."
"Match maker over here."
"Stop I'm very sure he doesn't want to work with me just as much I don't want to work with him."
"Ouch."
I turn around and he's behind me.
"Um so-"
"So I have uh practice so we can work on the paper after?"
"Yeah."
"Alright give me your phone."
I hestitantly give him my phone.
He punches in his number and then texts himself.
"Alright I gotta go."
I couldn't be in a worse situation.
I'm sitting in his room while he is god knows where.
"Sorry about that. My sister."
"Alright so what should we write this about?"
"I don't know, um."
"What about a girl that too afraid to come out of her shell."
"No. That's too-"
"Personal?"
"You don't even know me so stop acting like you know all about my life."
"Well I'm clearly hitting a nerve if you're getting so upset."
"You know nothing about me."
I hear my moniter beep.
when I get over worked sometimes my sugar drops.
56. Thats what it reads.
"I have to go."
I grab my things quickly and go out to my car.
I quickly drink a juice.
This sin't going to work. I'll ask for a new partner tomorrow.
A week passes.
I couldn't change partners. I got through it though.
As I sit in math my last period of the day I realize my problem is I'm trying too hard.
I get ready for school today. Here's how my morning goes. I wake up brush my teeth, throw my hair in a high messy bun, Put my glasses on, put on jeans and a t-shirt, than spend the rest of my morning eating cereal and reading Twilight.
