Clinging to my sanity

Chapter one

CHAPTER ONE

"SAM!" Scarlett calls from behind the bathroom door, "LET ME IN! I STILL HAVE TO DO MY MAKEUP, AND WERE LEAVING IN 10 MINUTES!"

"Just a second," I respond innocently as I finished applying eyeliner to my bright blue eyes.

"UGGHH!" She groaned, and flopped to the floor.

That's my twin sister. We look almost nothing alike, although we both inherited big, bright blue eyes from our father.
Our facial features are different. We look alike size wise. We're both very short and skinny. Like our mom.
Our parents would call us cute nicknames when we were only young.
But now, at the age of 16 they call us by our names, Sam and Scarlett.

I unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped out. Only to get trampled on by an impatient Scarlett. Who had no intentions of asking if I was okay.. After she ran me over, I rushed to my room to get ready for school.

Ugh school.
We were home schooled until grade 8, and that was the year when mom decided we should go to public school. School had been bad for me right from the start. When we first went to public school Scarlett was very social, everyone adores her and she enjoyed having people around her. In high school she changed a little. She's more moody now, thank you puberty!
She still has a lot of friends, and people surrounding her all the time.
But she's not as cheerful as she one was.

I, on the other hand, have always been shy, and antisocial.
I was never like any of the other kids, I've never fit in. I've always stood out, and not always for the right reasons. Whether it was about my clothes, my hair, or my makeup, everyone always has something to say about it.

Scarlett has always been a first choice, she's smarter, prettier. She has an amazing personality. All of the guys drool over her, and all the girls are jealous of her. She has lots of people around her all the time.
I rarely ever talk to people, I'm now what you would call 'a wallflower'.
I sit in the back of the room, observing, listening, but never being noticed or cared about. Unless it's my sister, she talks to me at school sometimes.

I picked out a My Chemical Romance shirt, black ripped jeans and my converse as my outfit.

Scarlett busted through my bedroom door, "where's the 'Pierce The Veil' shirt?"

We share our clothes.

Before I could answer she walked over to my dresser and started going through my drawers.

She found the shirt and picked out black jeans and converse as well.

"Come on girls! Are you ready yet?!" Mom called from downstairs

I grabbed my bag and rushed towards the door. Scarlett was left scrambling around, looking for her phone.
I swear, she wouldn't be able to live without that thing... But I can't say much as mine never leaves my side.

We raced to the car, fighting over who gets to sit in the front. She won as she always uses the 'but I'm older' argument.... She's older by 2 minutes! That shouldn't count!

I wasn't really in the mood to fight about it, I'm never really in the mood to fight about it, so I hopped in the back and put in my headphones.

Putting in my headphones is like entering a whole new world. I can't hear people when they tell me how much better the world would be if I just died already, and how I should be more like Scarlett, which is always a treat.
Scarlett doesn't know what they say. If she did, they'd probably be dead by now. It's been like this since we started going to public school.
Scarlett stopped it in junior high, But in high school it started up again. I don't mind it that much anymore, but sometimes I can't help but wonder if they're right.
Is Scarlett really that much better then me...?
Would it be better if I were... Dead ?