Hi, I'm Maya Harris. I have an interesting life. Just kidding, it really isn't. I have a sister. She's the same age as me. Never mind how, but she is.
I got up from my dreams and woke up to another day of nothingness, my mother favors Angelina, and for good reasons too.
She's pretty.
But I'm used to it by now. I always have, there hasn't been a moment where I wasn't unfamiliar with why my mother treated me so unfairly. I always knew. Why ever since my birth I haven't had a proper Christmas and watching my sister open her toys each year until it eventually evolved into clothes in her tween and teenage years, watching and being forced to clap for her because she deserved it. She's my age, well, one year younger. 14+15. I've lived in hoodies and sweatpants, dark hair and dark eyes. I'm not allowed to go in her room nor communicate with Angelina. I always get home from school later than her, my mother has her homeschooled. I walk and see her. Her long golden blonde hair is spun into a beautiful curly ponytail. Her eyes are a light sea foam green. Her eyebrows are filled in and are slightly darker than her hair and her nose is sloped along with freckles that spread to her cheeks. I want to be her so badly. She looked at me and quickly turned around, quickly walking away to her room I'm not allowed in, Already I have an idea about what it looks like, the opposite of mine. Pretty windows and sunlight shining in wooden floors, colorful bedspreads. But this doesn't distract that I know she hates me. It's obvious that my mother tells her lies about me to make me seem awful so she will never be around me.
Sorry if it seems short, it's meant to be an introduction to Maya's life and I wanted it to be released as quickly as possible. I hope you like it so far!
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My Sister.
Fiksi RemajaMaya Harris is not exactly rendered as the pretty type. Her mother favors her younger sister, Angelina for those reasons. But is there more to Angelina than what she knows?
