BeautifulDisaster214
My twin sister, Arabella is ALWAYS the lucky one.
Pretty looks, high GPA, gets all the boys she wants in a snap of a finger, loved and admired by everyone, never gets into trouble, amazing at every single sport. She's also good example of a perfect daughter. Mom and dad love and spoil her all the time. In everyone's eyes, she's like a goddess or an angel who just fell out of the sky. She was just...perfect.
And then, there's me, Avalon Parker.
Arabella always told me that I was the one who had the perfect life.
Which sounds like a joke to me.
My life is just plain and boring. Nothing special really happens. Unlike, my sister, I don't have pretty looks (even if my mom says that I do...isn't that what moms say to their daughters when they feel insecure?). I don't have the most outstanding grades. I rarely get into trouble but not never. There are haters out there who just hate my guts for no apparent reasons. And lastly, I don't get all the boys I want in a snap of a finger.
Does that sound like I have a better life than Arabella?
No?
Yeah, I thought so.