My Sister's Boyfriend

Chapter One

Love is like a dream. That sounds pretty cheesy but it's true. Love is like a dream, because it may seem perfect when you're not fully aware of what's to come. And that I mean waking up. Everyone must wake up in order to remember a dream. If you don't wake up, then you'll never know that it's all a part of your imagination. I wish I didn't have to wake up. I wish that I could dream and stay in that long loop for every hour of the day, but sadly, we eventually have to wake up and go back to reality.

My reality is unfortunately simple and well...boring. I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts. Every season there would be decorations all over the town. Don't let me forget about how many bakeries we had. We had 4different bakeries. A pastry shop, A donut shop, cookies and cakes, and a bread store. The majority of the town had a bad sweet tooth.

One thing about Coral Meadows, in Massachusetts, was that people loved their coffee and they loved their bakeries. My name is Kara Webster, I'm your typical brunette, I'm very short, nothing special about me. I'm used to being looked at as average. I mean my sister Kaley, she's got everything going for her. She's dirty blonde, and her eyes are the prettiest shade of green you could ever see. It looked like a forest in the daytime, anyone could get lost in those eyes.

I got stuck with a different shade of green. But not the green that you could get lost in, the green that someone would just say,
    "Kara's eyes are green."

Kaley is three years older than me, she's so perfect. She has a bright future ahead of her, she wants to major in law. She is always on her best behavior, while I, on the other hand, I'm more on the wild side. You would think because I look like a total nerd, I would be. But I don't really associate myself with being a nerd. Yeah, I guess I'm pretty good at science, but I'm not like your Albert Einstein of Coral Meadow's High.

I always wish I was pretty because then, it wouldn't matter if I was dumb. Boys would only pay attention to my face, not what I know. Kaley would always say, "It's okay, I'm sure you'll find the most perfect boy of your dreams, hopefully, he won't judge based on looks."
I never got that statement until now. I guess that was just her way of letting me know I was ugly, but she made it sound perfect. She made everything sound perfect. She could do the nastiest, loudest burp in mankind, and 100 boys would fall down at her feet. I was utterly jealous, how dare my mom and dad give her all the good genes. First come first serve I guess.

I wouldn't really care about all of the looks if I were smart. You can be pretty and dumb, or you can be ugly and smart. But I didn't fit any of those roles. I was dumb and ugly, there was no room for me anywhere.

I do like to read though, I like to read because that's when I can act like I'm not myself. I can pretend I'm someone I'm not by stepping into the character's shoes. I could be Lydia Bennett from Pride and Prejudice. Being her would be awesome. A feminist who doesn't want what the rest of the women in her era want. She wanted more, she wasn't boring, and she definitely didn't put up with Darcy's crap. But she did fall in love. Darcy still loved her and he wanted her.

Books were so incredibly beautiful to me. The way I could feel her feelings gave me chills every time. I loved to read romance, I just loved romance In general. The fact that your heart suddenly belongs to one person, and you would do anything for that one person, makes me feel so happy. Being wanted and picked first by someone for the first time. I wondered if I was going to ever find someone who picked me first. I hope it will be soon.

    I shoved my diary to the side, and under my pillow as soon as my sister Kaley walked in the room. Her beautiful dirty blonde hair just fell beneath her shoulders. I watched her waltz her way into my room and to my door which had a full-length mirror plastered on it. "Can I help you?" I asked awkwardly. She fluffed up her hair and made a kissy face while looking at her reflection.