For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been in my sister’s shadow. Relatives always remember Ashylee’s name but I am referred to as “her sister”. Not Mariah, just Ashylee’s sister. Not much set Ashylee and I apart. She is two inches taller than me, has hazel eyes instead of blue, and has long wavy brown hair as opposed to my long straight locks.
Ashylee is indeed my twin sister. I in fact am the oldest by four minutes but this fact goes unknown by many. Even my parents forget that. I guess with a sister as amazing as Ashylee is, the other sister would be forgotten.
I don’t hate Ashley. I couldn’t hate my sister. I just happen to dislike her for the mere fact that she gets better treatment than me and she takes that to her advantage. Though we are from the same egg, she is somehow mightier than I. I did not realize that she felt that way until high school started but she’s been dropping hints for a while.
We turned 14 in August, a week before school started. Ashylee got her ears pierced and I got a phone. Not any phone, but and iPhone. My mom was a bit concerned in the beginning but I assured her that I would take good care of it. I would have taken good care of it if I was the actual person using it.
Ashylee thought that since we are sisters, we must share everything. However, that only applied to my things. Anything that was mine was also hers but anything that was hers was only hers. I just thought I was being nice.
Ashylee ran up the phone bill just a few days later and I got my phone taken up. But I never even got to use it once. That was just the beginning.
First thing, this is fictional. This is kind of confusing. Well this is a story about twin sisters and the things they go through. Once I finish Mariah’s story (that’s why it says Mariah at the top) then I’ll tell Ashylee’s story. The title is kind of ironic but you probably won’t get it from a while. I’ll try to update this regularly, maybe once a week, but this is fresh out of my head so we’ll see.