Prolouge
She was never smarter. I could reassure myself that as amazing as she seemed to be she was never smarter. Even though we were identical twins, Selene still managed to end up prettier. She ended up with more friends, more status, more everything until I was stuck living in her shadow. While she claimed Homecoming Queen three years in a row, Head Cheerleader, Best Smile, Best Hair, Best Personality and Best Eyes and was awarded the prestigious title of Special Events Coordinator; I got President of Biology Club and chief editor for the school literary magazine ( the stoners used it as joint paper).
Beauty and the Beast, we were called. Who do you think was the Beast?
But I'm tired of it, I'm tired of being out shined, tired of being referred to as Selene's-loser-twin-poor-Selene. I'm sick of it ...but soon the Beast would be dead....the Beast would be dead and a new better Selene would rise from the ashes...
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~Chapter One~
The loud beep from the car woke me up, even though I knew it wasn't for me.
"Selene! Get your ass out here!" a laughing teenage voice yelled from outside the 2.3 million dollar mansion.
"I'm coming, hoe!!" yelled an equally happy voice back, breaking the silence of the early morning.
I shoved the pillow over my head, trying to get back to my pleasant dream, the one where Selene didn't exist. After a minute or two, my mass of long golden ringlets popped out from the pillow and sighing I untangled myself from the covers and got out of bed.
The door slammed shut and a car door opened then shut, before the engine ran and Britney Spears began to play as the car drove on. I went to the window and just breathed for a moment, cherishing the red-orange falling leaves and the crisp cool air before the car exhaust fumes ruined the moment.
I walked into my bathroom and started my morning routine, consisting of brushing my teeth then washing my face whereas Selene's routine took several hours and some weird sort of Peruvian cream.
I dried my hands and went back to my bedroom, still in pajamas. The blue/purple color I had begged my dad to paint four years earlier now just seemed very 8th grade. Ha, the entire room seemed very 8th grade, very innocent and naive. In 8th grade we were all innocent and naive though...never had to worry about anything but when the next Degrassi season was coming out...well those days are long gone.
I stripped off the PJ's and put on baggy cargo pants and a loose t-shirt with the words, Live Love Believe, inscribed on it in tight cursive letters. I grabbed my bag filled with neatly pressed homework and my green poetry notebook before walking down the spiral stairs to leave for school, hoping to make it before-
"Honey, did you have any breakfast?" my mother's sweet voice rang through the lonely house. I turned and looked towards her. She was in her black robe, eyes still baggy from sleep, her mouth puckered in a small smile. She was once beautiful, many years before, but when she was dealing with all the shit fate gave her, her beauty slowly but surely began to decline. I missed 3rd grade, when mom was pretty, Selene would actually talk to me (shocker, I know), dad would actually be home and we'd have dinner like the all-American families you see on the cover of House Keeping .
"Yeah mom. Of course" I said. Lying was easy now, just as the hunger pangs didn't bother me as much anymore. Nothing really bothered me anymore, other than the squeals of joy coming from my sister every morning when her stupid friends came to pick her up...
"Okay, have a good lunch, sweetie and don't forget your pills." my mom said before turning and walking back into the bedroom. What BS. My mother never gave a crap about me until the stupid physiatrist diagnosed me with anorexia. I was put on meds for a while but I stopped taking them when I realized all they did was make me a passive zombie. Of course mother dearest didn't know that and I don't plan on her finding out anytime soon. It would just worry her and my "best friend" (in her eyes anyway) Selene.
I grabbed the small Rite Aid prescription bottle of Dexedrine and pulled out two tiny orange tablets. I shoved them in my pocket and closed and set the bottle on the table. I slung my no-name bag over my shoulder and walked outside as ready as I would ever be to face what I like to call hell on earth AKA senior year.
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before the engine ran and Britney Spears began to play as the car drove on. I went to the window


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