High school sucks! Sure, if your cute, popular and your daddy'a loaded then, well, it can't feel too bad. Only I wouldn't know how that feels. Romee does though. She's been my best friend for forever and and I guess I'm lucky having someone like her. I guess it kinda hard to appreciate that sometimes. We are, after all, literally the same. We share the same DNA. She's my sister. My twin. My partner in the womb. Sorry... that was kinda weird, but we're close. There's only one problem, that one thing that would ever divide us. She's popular ( and extremely cute) and quite frankly, im not.
One would think, " Tina, she's your twin, how different can you get?" To that I say, you clearly haven't seen us. We both have short, strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, thin limbs and pale, flushed complexions and on Rom, it looks hella cute. Somehow my hair is always straggly and my skin, sickly in comparison.
So I kept her a secret.
I didn't do it out out of spite. As irritating as she could be, I loved her. There is something to be said about love shared by twins. It's more than a bond. Sometimes it felt as if our heart strings were knitted together. Nevertheless, I wanted to keep our lives separate.
Romee was in New York, she was fantastic at art, scored herself a scholarship at a super expensive arts school near Manhattan. Mum offered me same opportunity; secretly I know she knew I had no chance, I didn't share such talents. It was so easy to see how I could get stuck in such a big shadow.
So high school. The one place no one could compare us, compare me. Unfortunately, it was school and with people- such as Amalie Addison: aka the hot pink, that terrorised the halls-there was no escape.
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Owww! Tears stream down my face and I struggle to keep my lips from trembling as a sharp yank threatens to tear a huge chunk of hair from my scalp. Claw like acrylics scratch my cheeks and I turn to face the sniggering smile plastered on Amalie's face. I look deep into her eyes desperate not to let her see the tears blurring my vision. "Sawwy..." She giggles as she said this. "Not worth cryin' 'bout it sweetie, frankly I think the new look could have improved that rank, ugly duck face of yours. Ain't sure though, take a lot to make that thing look good."
More tears. Im not an idiot, the last thing I want to do is give her the ability to get to me. I know I'm stronger than this but for the one thousandth time I wish Romee was by my side, protecting me. She could turn too though. If I lost her to Sadie's clutches, I could never forgive myself...
"Why don't you go back to Addison," I sigh, tears spilling onto my nose. "Just leave me alone, I don't get why you hate me so much." I'm so sick of that girl.
She actually laughs at this. "You don't know you little bitch, oh sure." Her lip curls in disgust as she snarls this. Spittle flies onto my forehead. " x
