Twenty day challenge.

Copyright (c) crayolacreation 2013/2014

A/N this book was originally called the thirty day challenge so apologies if there are any instances where it's called the thirty day challenge.

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I'm nuts and now the whole world is aware of that fact, this is what you get when your sister was voted most likely to be a journalist in Year 11. She is just incapable of keeping her big mouth shut. Would she like me to blurt round news about her around the school? I don't think so, but in her so-called perfect life it is one rule for her, and one rule for me.

I know she probably meant well, I mean no-one wants the school gossiping about them, but knowing the rumours that have flown around the school in the past year; the rumours could turn out to be anything. Which is good because they'll probably turn out to be something unbelievable, but then again people in my school are pretty gullible these days...?

All my life I was an 'accident' unlike my older sister I wasn't planned, it really doesn't help your self-esteem if you realise you weren't meant to be born... I was the one who rocked the boat in my family.

They had the perfect family, a blonde haired, blue-eyed mother whose eyes sparkled in the sunlight, who used to be a model. Next a father who had brown hair, green eyes and was a scientist who was always thinking up of crazy, mad, excitable inventions. And to top it all off, a blonde haired, green-eyed two-year old who had already taken up three different dance classes. A perfect, flawless family, you might say, but all it took was for one mistake and their whole world came tumbling down.

My sister was two when I was born; I was born the day before the academic year starts, whereas my sister was born on September 1st. So even though three years separates our ages (364 days of the year!), she's only two years above me. Every year she'll make a big fuss that not even a day separates our birthdays.

"Mom, there are a whole 365 days in the year, why couldn't you have her on one of the other days; there are over 300 of them."

Well of course, she only said this when she was younger, I mean can you imagine an eighteen year old moaning about her sister having her birthday a day after hers? Way to make your sister feel welcome! And guess what my family did, my father simply ruffled her hair and my mother said "be nice," in a soothing voice, seriously? If I did that I'd be grounded for life...

But as I said for her, it's not just in her eyes, but in my parents eyes, it is one rule for me and another for her, sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be good enough in their eyes...

Okay, so what was this so called secret that Sophie told the whole world? My parents think I'm nuts, apparently being myself makes me nuts, how does that work? In their eyes they just wanted me to see a therapist so that I would be more like them and Sophie; they want me to turn into a Sophie clone... Now that is a scary thought...

Kids are smirking at me left right and centre; I can see the thoughts running through their mind 'she's crazy' and 'how on earth is she related to Sophie?' Who are they to judge me? They may know me but they don't know their life story. Anyway I hate being compared to my sister; it just theatrically dampens my mood.

My head is screaming, "go away! Stop staring! I'm not a freak, I'm a human being," but I'm just too scared to say anything. My heart tells me to just walk away and ignore them, but even though they don't say anything I have a good inkling as to what they are thinking.

"Is it true Watts?" I turn around, and as it so happens to be me, my nose crashes into his chest; I look up to see the face of my long lost friend, Oliver Finch.

"What's it to do with you Finch?" I returned gazing into his sea blue eyes and his tousled brown hair; he had a crooked smile from taking part in my favourite game, winding me up...