Aimme Avis was considered perfect by everyone around her. Her parents, peers, teachers, strangers, and most importantly, her sister. If you asked one of them to describe her, they would be happy to oblige. She had perfect blonde, curly hair, white gleaming teeth that were seen often whenever she smiled, shining blue eyes, tan, freckeled skin, and a tiny, delicate frame. The final factor to Aimme's perfectness was her family. She had two loving parents, and a shy sister who looked up to her older sister her whole life.
Isla Avis, Aimme's sister, has been overlooked her entire life. Everyone flocked to Aimme like a magnet, while Isla felt as if she repelled people. Her whole life was devoid of adoration. Although she loved her sister, she resented her. She swallowed her guilt at these thoughts by assuring herself that anyone else in her position would do the same.
While her sister had blonde hair and had a cookie-cutter personality, Isla was tall, willowy, and and shy. Black, flowing hair hung down at her waist, framing her wild green eyes. While Aimme was in gymnastics and dated football players, Isla enjoyed theater and music. She summed up her love life in one word: non-existent.
Because of one highly unexpected and coincidental discovery, Aimme learns just how lonely her sister really is.
Is it really possible to get a second chance at life after you have already given up?
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Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow.
The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good.
It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.