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**Mira's POV**

The sound of my creaky door wakes me up instantly, like it always does.

Go away, Hope. I need sleep you know. Plus, I went to bed 3 hours after curfew. I'm a bad girl and bad girls need sleep. Uhh, I hate non-birthdays.

"Mira, it's time to wake up. Hope you enjoyed your birthday yesterday!" Hope softly says. She always sounds so peaceful, so calm, so normal. I am so not those things. I am the complete opposite to her. I have brown, long locks. She has short blonde hair that shimmers. I have green, dirty eyes. She has beautiful blue eyes that sparkle at you. She is older and prettier. I am younger, uglier and fatter. I am fat. And that's all there is to it. She is this model figure. And I am nothing. Worthless to anyone, anyone except Hope.

As she leaves, I run to grab onto her arm. She feels warm against my harsh skin. She is always the one that does everything for me.
We turn into our kitchen, a grubby cooking area more like. We have 1 yellow sink, 2 hobs and a tiny micowave oven, that looks a thousand years old. All the light we get is from a window facing half a brick wall. It's a good place and you get value for money, but it's way crappier than what my parents had.
Oh my parents.

Don't think about them, Mira. They are gone, and you will start crying. Stop stop. Pineapples. Pineapples.

" What's for breakfast, Hope?" I ask. " Just cereal. But it will taste even better with the new milk!" She replies.
Milk. New milk!!! What a relief. We've been having the same milk for 3 months now. It must be expensive. And fresh milk is so nice compared to old. This one has no lumps! NONE!!!!! It's the best day of my life. We sit down and eat. It's the best breakfast cereal I've had in a long time. Hope must of gone shopping. I wonder if she got anything to wear? Or maybe something for me?

No, no. Don't be selfish Mira. It isn't all about you.

After I finish breakfast, I pack my backpack and head to school, like I always do. It's Monday . I have to go to school. I can't wait until Saturday. That's the weekend, well the start of it anyway. It's only the start of the week. I really want my birthday to happen again. It was amazing.

But that day, I was late to school.
And this is why.
As I was walking to the door to leave for school, it swung open, hitting my forehead and making me drop my phone. Ahh. It didn't crack, although the screen protector did. Uh, he could be such a creep. But then I noticed that it wasn't Peter. It wasn't someone I knew, and it certainly wasn't someone that went to our school. He couldn't of been from this place. There was only one school anyway. Who is he?

"Sebastian......." Says Hope. I look between them. Hope's mouth drops and I am worried. " Hope, um... just the sister I was looking for." Sebastian says. Wait. Sister?! But that means that Sebastian's an extra. Or worse.

Hope is an extra.

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