Hot Mess Express | ongoing

prologue

I'm Sonya Diaz and well, I'm a hot mess. Or at least that's what everyone says. I wouldn't say hot mess, just stuck in a rut of exceptional proportion.

There was a time when I had the perfect life and being a hot mess was the least of my worries. I was playing volleyball at Stanford, working as a waitress at Moe's, and the most sought after girl on campus. By many but not by the one who mattered of course.

Michael Peters was my meant to be. We were both star athletes, honors, and good looking if I'd say so myself. He was the kind of guy I'd wish for when I was a little girl. My Prince Charming. Too bad he didn't see me as anything but a dear friend. For a while it didn't bother me. I got to be close with him without well, being close with him. That all ended when my younger sister Lucille came into the picture.

Porcelain skin, voluptuous hair, perfect full lips, angelic baby blues. It was hard to believe we were related at all. Well not really actually. We had the same mother; Regina Diaz-Winchester now. Lucille's father was a high brow lawyer, Francis, a French guy. My dad was, well, absent.

Francis was a dream come true for Mom. Her meant to be. They really were in love. So much so that when I was four they popped out a not so necessary baby girl which they named Lucille. She wasn't good at sports, she wasn't very smart. She pretty much wasn't anything like me. I had to work hard for everything because I didn't want it handed to me. Lucille on the other hand wanted everything at her beck and call. While she played princess I practiced volleyball. While I won spelling bees she won dress up fashion shows.

We were polar opposites but I still love my baby sister, don't get me wrong. Growing up she would follow me around like the lost little puppy she was. She wanted to be just like me even though she failed at almost everything. That all changed when she mysteriously got into Stanford. Probably some doing of Francis and his connections.

She came to my school, joined a sorority, took my limelight. That was all fine though, I didn't care about being the star. I didn't care until she snatched up the one thing I had wanted my entire life and right from under my nose for that matter. Michael Peters.

Lucille had been attending Stanford for six months, that's right six months before becoming engaged to Michael. He was smitten with her bright blues and high pitched giggle. He told me he had never met anyone as amazing as her in his life. Lucille quoted him as her meant to be.

How was that when he was mine?