How to cope with my twin sister.

Aria

    My eyes open suddenly interrupting my perfect dream. I groan and roll over, sub merging my face in my pillow. I hear a rhythmic knock on my door.

   "You can come in but, God help me if you start singing ' Do you want to build a Snowman'." I say angrily as my maternal twin sister, Bailey, opens my bedroom door and steps inside.

  "Savannah, you're no fun in the mornings." She says plopping down on my bed.

  "Get off my bed." I snort.

  "Get up!" She says pulling on my arm.  

  "Fifteen more minutes..."

  "Savannah!"

  "What?!??!"

  "Do you wanna-"

  "I'M UP!!!!" I yell rolling over and sitting up quickly. She laughs. I look in the mirror, like every other morning to so I see there is good in Life. Bailey and I, what more could I need?

  Bailey has several suitors already at an age of 13. How could she not? She has hair made from gold, a face made from diamonds, and eyes of the finest of Emeralds. She is so sweet and can even make me laugh. I don't know I would do without her by my side.  She is in a beautiful green gown and her hair is out into a braid with a tiara of Gold and Emeralds. She also has a gold necklace with a large Emerald adorning it. They match her eyes.

   My eyes then wonder to myself. I smirk at my perfection too. My perfection is about perspectives. While Bailey has the kind heart and looks of an angel, I have everything else.  My hair is a shiny and a wavy brown that shines in the littlest of light. It falls to behind my shoulder blades and is pretty uncontrollable. It fits my look and actually looks pretty good. My eyes are a mixture of a deep ocean blue and a stormy grey. A perfectly chiseled jawline and full lips, that match my tanned skin tone. Anyone looks at Bailey and says, "Wow, that must be the Princess Bailey. 99.9% of the population on this planet looks at me and says, "Sasha or Hanji from Attack on Titan." That .1% goes, "Wow, she's beautiful."

    Bailey walks over to my wardrobe to pick out a dress and tiara for me today, like everyday.

    "Eren is stopping by." She says as she opens the door.

    "No way! I guess, Caleb will be joining him, correct?" I say with a smirk. Bailey's face goes from pale, to every shade of pink, to crimson, and back to pink. I laugh.

    "Shut up!" She squeals. I laugh and fall on my back. There is an awkward silence.

     "Awkward....." I say breaking the silence.

     "Do you know what tomorrow is?" Bailey asks.

     "The day after today."

     "Naw dip, what are you going to do?"

     "What are you talking about?"

     "You have to have a suitor by the end of today or Dad will kick you out of the Castle." She says, worry is heavy in voice. I tighten my lips into a straight line. I only have one suitor, Eren. But his family hates me, and wants Eren to marry Bailey. I bring my knees to my chest and put my face against them.

      "Get out of my room. Tell Eren I don't want to see him today." I mutter. I won't make it as a princess, I won't.

      "Savannah?" Bay says stepping towards me.

      "I SAID GET OUT!!! AND WHILE YOUR AT IT, SEND SOMEONE TO TELL THE CHEENEY RESIDENTS THAT THEY DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT EREN AND I! I DON'T WANT TO BE SOMETHING I'M NOT!" I scream as the hot tears pour from my eyes.

      I knew since, ever, that I wasn't meant for this. By the time Bailey could speak, people fawned over her.  By the time she could walk, people bowed to her. Nobody even knew I was alive in till I was 8 and I rode a horse out of the castle gates. There were no suitors and the only one I got, didn't even have a chance with me. My bed dips as Bailey sits down next to me. She hugs me.

     "Is this what you want? Or are you scared that you will be thrown out against your will?" She says calmly.

     "I don't know. I hate the clothes, the rituals, the pressure. I hate being compared to you. But at the same time, I love it here. I love wearing the clothes when we dress up and pretend to be different people. I love the rituals when we get a banquet afterwards. I love the pressure when it isn't there to pressure me. I love being compared to you because it makes me different." I say into my knees.

     "What this is coming down to is you don't want to be married."

     "That too. That more than anything." I say lifting my head up and wiping the tears from my eyes.

      "If this is your last day here, then let's live it up." She says and walks over to CD player. She fumbles throw my mound of 1,576 Cds before she finds one. She throws me a Barbie microphone and picks up a paper Jams pink guitar, then presses play. Almost instantly, Green Day's American Idiot starts blasting through my room. I run over to my door in my yoga pants and sports bra, open it and slide out into the hall in my Fairy Tail socks. Right as my slide ends, my cue is one.

       "DON'T TO BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT!!"