DISCONTINUED, sorry.

Natasha.

As soon as Sasha left, I thought it better to get ready and come out of my fiction trance. I walked up to the mirror in front of the washroom. I could not look further than the nerdy glasses and those chubby cheeks. I could only see the unlikeable quotient in myself. I didn't want to feel that insecure again as those days. I played some music to distract myself from those insipid thoughts.
I freshened myself up and put on some mascara and lipstick. I grabbed my black T-shirt and jeans and was about to head out to the library when I heard the front door open. In rushed Sasha the red paint spilled on her clothes matching the hue of her face.
I hurriedly rushed to her side and questioned her. "What happened to you? How did this happen?"
"Ran into this hot guy with basically no respect for girls",Sasha replied.
Thats what she always thought. She always tended to see the worst side of people - exactly the opposite of how I was.
"You go get changed while I chuck these clothes into the laundry. Then I will take you out to coffee. My treat to make you feel better ",I said.
As she went and changed, I pulled on my coat, put on my shoes and grabbed my purse along with my phone.
I popped the clothes into the machine and switched it on. Out came Sasha looking gorgeous in a see-through lace top and tight jeans fitting her slender body perfectly. How I wish sometimes that I looked like her.
We went out the front door and started down the street. Me the usual chubby nerd in glasses and she the gorgeous artist. Who could've guessed we are siblings?