Ali was always the chosen one. She always had the best gifts, good grades, and even more love, from our parents. Me, however. They didn't care of me. Sure, they hugged me, and fed me, and gave me cute little gifts for my birthday, but I was nothing, absolutely nothing, when you compare me to Ali. I was always jealous of Ali growing up. She always had more friends, was invited to more parties, dated more people, you know, all the regular stuff. Me, on the other hand, I was never invited. No one asked me out. No one bothered to make friends with me. They would all choose Ali over me. I even went to prom alone. She was somehow the cute one, even though we have the same face. And I will always want to be her.
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Kort verhaalJealousy is never good for the soul especially when it's of your own sister. But there's so little space for happiness, and so much space for jealousy. We all experience having jealousy, but what does one do, when you can't contain it anymore
