Emergency Princess (Under Editing)

Prologue

Prologue

Life is hard. Sometimes it hits us when we least expect it; sometimes it doesn't give us what we want exactly when we want it. Other times it seems like life is treating us well, and then we find ourselves facing a seemingly insurmountable challenge. The thing is though, it's these challenges, these obstacles that build us up; that make us the people we are. The people we were always destined to be. It's sort of like how cake goes into the oven as batter, but comes out as a scrumptious dish that almost everyone loves.

Thing is though, we don't always want to accept the challenges. We may find that the pill life has handed to us may just be a little too bitter to handle. We may feel like turning around. We may feel like giving up. But we need to realise that in the end, all our experiences help us to become better people. People who are more confident, ready to stand up and be outstanding. People who value their worth.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Why, I haven't even introduced myself yet. I'm Emily. Emily Munroe. I am--well I was-- your average teen, nothing special. You could probably have passed by me on the street and not even realised I was there. I was the wallflower; the one who faded into the background. The one you never noticed.

My twin sister on the other hand, was the epitome of perfection. Beautiful, smart, funny and talented. The golden girl everyone wanted to be friends with. The shining example, the role model for all teenagers of the world.

Where she was excelling in each and every class, I was in danger of flunking almost every subject. She could run laps effortlessly in gym class, I struggled with one measly push up. I wore glasses, yet she could see better than I could even when I had my glasses on. I had braces for a short while, she's always had pearly white, evenly aligned teeth.

When we hit the teens, she became taller, and curvier than me. Her hair was long and luscious, and shone when she brushed it. My hair was thicker than the Amazon and many a comb had valiantly sacrificed their life trying to tame it. It seemed whoever was in charge of shaping people didn't exactly know the meaning of twins.

It didn't exactly help that whenever people found out that we were twins, their reactions would be something along the lines of, "Oh my gosh! You're twins?" or "You look nothing alike!" or "Rose just looks older than you, Emily."

Suffice to say, my self-esteem, self-worth, self-image and all my other selves were plummeting faster than I cared to say. They were basically non-existent. Mum's reassurances did nothing to help me. If anything, they just worsened matters. What teenager wants their mother telling them they have a great fashion sense? It makes no sense.

Long story short, I thought—no, I knew—that my sister was better than me in every single way. But Life thought I hadn't learnt my lesson well enough, so it decided to send along the event of the century to rub salt into my already sore ego.