WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW

Prologue:

© 2011 FrostyTheChicken

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I've always known I was different.

By no means did I think I was Harry Potter or anything of the sort, just different. You know the weird, knowing feeling you get when you know something no one else knows? Yeah, like that.

When I was a child, five-years-old to be exact, I noticed her getting all the attention. I did not mind, contrary to popular belief of siblings having to be jealous of each other, it meant the spotlight was away from me and I cherished that fact.

She had curly, blond hair and big verde eyes. She looked like Bubbles from the PowerPuff Girls, but with green eyes instead of blue. Even from the tender age of five, she knew. She knew to use TheEyes; she used them for whatever she wanted and yeah, she usually got it.

I, on the other hand, was the total opposite of her, the innocent one, even though we were sisters. I had horsetail-straight hair blacker than ebony and sharp eyes greener than ivy leaves. My personality was different from hers too; I was silent, quiet, but bold. Although when provoked, I became a raging bull that no one could tame. She, however, was outgoing, friendly, but shy.

What's funny is even though Melody and I were close as peas in a pod when we were children; we were virtually strangers as we grew older.

Scratch that. We never were close.

I just didn't like that her talent of art always overlooked my talent of music. I didn't like that she was always the one who was praised for getting a Gold Star in art when I got nothing from accomplishing a hard song on the piano.

At first, I fussed and threw a tantrum. I was scolded for doing the same thing Melody always did when she never got her way. Why did her temper tantrum work and mine didn't?

It confused me. But because of trial and error, I learned to just let it go.

Even if I wanted to complain, I stayed silent; "It is Melody's turn to shine, your will come later on,"Chrys made sure I knew that and never forgot it.

I noted that her amateur drawings were magneted onto the freezer door. My music sheets with theGood Job! :) never were. But, I stayed silent; Melody was special in her way just like I was in mine. My time to shine would come, Chrys affirmed it to me.

I always looked up to Chrys. She knew how to solve everything. She was fifteen! She was a teenager, my older sister whom I looked up to. I wish she were my twin, not her. Whenever I needed comforting I would run to Chrys, she was my saving grace.

Chrys told me I mattered. She told me the world needed people like I was. I believed her, as Chryswas always right.

Anyways, in first grade, I realized other seven-year-olds didn't want to play with me; instead, they flocked around my siblings. They always admired Melody, Seth, even Chrys and she didn't even go the same school!

I was the one, sad first grader who didn't have anyone to play with during recess. I was the one, sad first grader who played with Power Ranger action figures by myself. I was the one, sad first grader who was left out of every activity in class because I didn't have a partner.

I didn't mind. I swear!  

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I remember sticking up for Melody every time she got in trouble... Well, I didn't really stick up for her; I had too. I was obliged to. She always did something bad and then put the blame on me; to stop any unnecessary arguing with her, I just silently agreed and played along.

Besides, no one would believe me when I told them Melody Russo, the innocent child, who could do no wrong, was actually sly as a hyena.

One example is when we were seven years old. We went to Toys-R-Us right after school and we went there with Mother dear. We all know Melody was her favorite; she was willing to overlook any mistakes Melody made.

So, once we were in the store, Melody wanted a Barbie doll. She slipped it into my backpack and when I was caught leaving the store with it, she didn't even confess... Not that I expected her to.

Mother was furious. She scolded me right then and there while Melody looked at me with a sad smirk.

No, I'm not bitter about the fact Melody's wrongdoings were all overlooked while mine were shown like a medal to the whole world. I am just... Reminiscing the past. Yeah, reminiscing the past.

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Anyways, later on in my childhood, I went onto become the one, semi-sad second grader who became friends with the new girl Heather Turner.

I think that was the turning point in my life... I came out of my shell and became besties with Heather. She was really the only one who actually tried to know the real me. She looked exactly like Melody but she wanted to be friends with me. Not Melody, me! I was elated with happiness.

I should have known Melody would interfere somehow with Heather and my friendship. It was fifth grade when Melody tried to become the third person in our friendship and from there, my relationship with her went downhill even more. It was then, Melody dyed her hair black like mine and pretended to act like me.

Not that I really cared.

I mean, I should have known Melody was bad news. I mean, she made my life a living nightmare for me, so what was a little more, yeah?

During freshman year of high school, I let go of my go with the flow attitude and began to ignore Melody. And we all know how Melody hates being ignored. By then she was a total fake, not that anyone saw it; only Chrys, Heather, and me knew of her real nature.

After I refused to do something she demanded me to do, well, after that, she made my life the seventh layer of the Devil's mansion.

I think it's needless to say, I abhor Melody with a passion unknown to humanity, that I am 100% sure of.