For a very conscious girl, clothes to wear for tomorrow are a very hard decision. You need to choose very well, or else other students would laugh on what you are wearing. It is a very awful thing if you ask me.
I know. Because I am experiencing it: now.
Let me tell you a story. I was a very pretty girl back then, not caring about anything but popularity. I guess I am one of those egotistical bitches around that made fun of lower class students in our school. I am also dumb and I am not ashamed of that. In high school, being pretty and dumb complement each other, unless you are both dumb and ugly at the same time. That’s pretty pathetic if you’d ask me.
But being a nerd has a lot of mixtures in it: intelligence, kindness (I guess), and ugliness. Some of the nerds are not that ugly, you just have to teach them what, we, popular are expert in: FASHION. There are just things that you couldn’t remove from them, their gullibility and anxiousness with us. And that is the reason why they just remain at the bottom, or almost, at the bottom of the totem temple.
I do not detest them. Mainly, because having a nerd twin has its perks.
Her name’s Candy and mine’s Cindy. We are what doctors called as ‘identical twins’ and I do not object on that. We have the same blonde hair (mine is just shinier and bouncier), same blue eyes (mine’s just emits more sparkle), same nose, same lips (her lips are dry and chapped), same height, but different figure. I have those America’s Next Top Model body while she has a chunkier version of mine.
I do not know on why she became a nerd. We grew up together; we even have the same clothes and shoes when we were young. We spoke exactly the same way back in elementary. Heck, we even had same friends.
Environment is not the reason on why she turned into an old-fashioned teenager. She can stay all day in her room unless we would barge in and force her out to have some sunshine. She prefers surfing on the net and maybe it is the reason why there are lots of acnes that inhabit in her face. There is also a huge dark circle under her beautiful eyes.
“Candy, come down here!” I shouted in top of my lungs. “Dinner is ready!”
“Why can’t you just go to her room and let her come down in here without screaming so loudly? It nearly breaks my eardrums.” My mom said disapprovingly.
“Her room is situated in the top of our house, DUH!”
And I swear I heard her yelled ‘I’m coming!’ This is another thing. She sleeps in the attic. Okay, let me revise that. Her room is located in the uppermost part of our house called the ‘attic’. If I were her, I will never choose to sleep on that creepy place. For fuck’s sake, her original room was bigger than mine. So when she requested to have the attic, I happily moved to her room. She even has a balcony and mine doesn’t!
I once got into her room and I swear that I will never ever return there. It is so dark with so many spiders hanging in the cellar. Her room is also very dirty with dirty clothes everywhere. And I don’t even remember why on Earth I went there. Creepy is the most suitable adjective to describe her room.
“What’s for tonight, ma?” Candy asked our mom automatically. She’s always like that, talking with her neutral voice. Candy looks at me and says, “What? Do I have dirt on my face?”
“Nope. I’m not yet used to you.” I said. I keep that ‘betrayal’ look on my face so she would get what I mean. “I mean, you’re still the different Candy that I do not used to know.”
“Ow, sorry. I do not mean to be like this.” She said accusingly at me. What the hell? I did not do anything to her to transform her into some different creature. So instead of responding to her, I just rolled my eyes and go to my place in our dining table.
We ate in silence. Wait, we do not eat in silence when she’s just like me. Well, I care less. If she wanted to be like that, then I will stop on pursuing her to be like the same old Candy that I used to know.
“Dad, Luke invited me to his party this weekend. Can I come?” I said while looking at him.
“Sure.” He said not even bothering to look at me.
I dismissed it look at my dear sister, “Dare to join us this weekend?” I know that asking her to join us to a party is hopeless.
She looked at me as if I lost my sanity, “How sweet of you to ask me join you guys, but my friends and I have a thing this weekend.”
Then I remember her only two friends in life: Martha and Amy. Yikes, their names scream the word ‘weirdo’. Some of my friends nicknamed their group as ‘The 3 Idiots’. It inspired them from the famous Indian movie, I think.
“Fine, hang out with those weirdoes and read a pretty lame book called ‘the Hunger Games’” I haven’t read that book but I know from the bottom of my heart that that book is pretty lame. Besides, I do not like reading books. They are boring as shit.
“Okay, says the girl who has the passion to read.” And because I can’t handle it anymore, she chose the right time to leave and marched into her room.
“Loser!” I screamed to her. I do not care if our parents could hear us; they do not care most of the time. I am glad that they have a high-paying job that could support our needs. I mean, that could support my luxury in life.
When your day starts with misery, it surely ends with surprise.
“Good evening, pretty Cindy!”
