The Other Lovato
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Hi! You may know me, actually no scratch that idea on second thoughts. Who am I kidding? I'm sure you don't have a clue who I am. So let me introduce myself. I'm 15 years old and my name is Kelci...Kelci Lovato. Yes that's right. I'm sisters with the one and only Demi Lovato. But she really doesn't mean anything to me and I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual between us two. It always has been. I'm the forgotten/talentless sister that nobody cares about. Even my mom hates me even though she doesn't show it I can just tell. She never wanted me. I was a mistake, I was the last child my mom and Patrick had together. My dads dead so don't have anyone to be honest. My friends are great though, I love them all. We have a lot of fun together. Ohh and Maddie & Dallas; They're awesome. We have a laugh together when Demi isn't around. Did I mention I'm a dancer? I'm okay but I'm no Maddie Ziegler. But anyway that's enough about me lets get into my life wish me luck... I'm gonna need it!! But take not that I'm not falling for anyone's lies anymore especially Demi's. I know the truth and that is that no-one ever really did want me and nobody cares about me. OR DO THEY :/ ?!
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