Chapter 2

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I woke up scratching my head, attempting to get up as ends of licorice fall to the ground. My head hurt as I turn to see that I was on the couch, "why do I keep sleeping here." I said in a muggy voice. I remembered all that happened yesterday and sighed. I wanted to talk to Alec about it, so it could blow over and we could act like ourselves again.

I got up and stretched, nothing better than a morning stretch. I walked over to the empty kitchen and looked around curiously, "Mom?" I said. There was no response so I shrugged it off and went over to the cabinets to try and make myself breakfast.

I sat down and casually began to pour my golden grams, my spoon in hand as I was about to eat it, someone pulled the cereal out of my view.

"Um you're welcome..." I said as I turned to see my mother scarfing down on my cereal, "what ever happened to 'breakfast is the most important meal of the day'" I said mockingly.

She glared at me and her eyes widened. Which frightened me "what?! Is there a killer behind me??? A bug in my hair? A giant bug?" I said with a mocking tone. She shook her head and put MY cereal down, "Omigosh honey go shower, did you forget today is your sister's wedding and you're a bridesmaid!"

I scowled at the term bridesmaid.

"Who could forget I mean it's not like she's blowing up my spam box or anything Or every time you guys are on the phone you put her on loud speaker as you gossip about her wedding." I said in a sarcastic tone

Ever since I can remember I have been a figment of her shadow.

Constantly being compared to the girl.

Now she's 19 and I'm 17 two years older doesn't make you the boss.

Anyway she's marrying her high-school sweetheart Devin, who I had a crush on for a while up until he went out with my sis.

I thought he was my dream guy. He was handsome, funny, and really cool. Then again, my sister is gorgeous, has a bright smile, and I assume she's funny, I don't laugh at anything she says but her friends do.

My mom dose not really approve of being married at such an age, but of course princess gets her way.

I on the other hand give them 6 months tops, but Secretly I wonder what it would be like if this equation were reversed. If I were the "princess" scratch that I don't like that word, hm how about SUPER STAR.

"Hurry up you have to get your dress!" she hollered from behind me, this house wasn't that small, she didn't need to yell.

I slowly walked to the bathroom.

"Alice your killing me here!" she said and she started to run towards me. I laughed and ran to the bathroom.

Took a shower, through on some sweats and a t-shirt. I walked into the living room and grabbed my keys. As I walked out, the sun glared in my face, so went back in and got some shades.

¥dry cleaners¥

I walked into the dry cleaners.

"Hello Alice-Chan!" Mr. Wong called at me, I smiled and waved as I arrived the front desk.

"Hi Mr. Wong."

He smiled. I've been to the dry cleaners millions of times but for reasons that get Alec and I grounded. We were little trouble makers up to now.

"What can I do for you today?" He said with a warm smile on his face.

"Sister. Bridesmaid. Dress." He nodded understanding my partial sentences, then went to the back and grabbed the dress. "Tell your sister I said Congratulations," he said with a smile.

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