Someday

My name? Not important. My life story? Ask my twin. She lives a perfect life, I live a perfect life too. That's what she thinks... When the popular guy asks me out, of course I say yes. Then my 'perfect life' is still a 'perfect life' to the writers of my life. My sister and boyfriend control my life . They think I'm great. I mean everyone can say they're fine. Can't they?