Chapter 21
The opposite of her
I remember how it used to feel when I didn’t seem to matter. It was always Dorothy this, o Dorothy that, and I was always left out o ignored. I remember having to shout to get people to look at me, and then they’d be all like ‘oh, I’m so sorry, didn’t see you’.
I remember what it was like when I didn’t like my sister, o at least, not much as I did when we grew closer. I adored her in the few years before she died, but there was a time that I didn’t want to be just like her.
You’d think in most situations when a newborn enters the family they’d be dado all the attention while the first born and others aren’t getting as much as they’d like. But in my family, that was sadly not the case. Dorothy was four years old when I was born, and already she looked gorgeous. An angelic voice, bouncy blonde curls, alluring blue eyes, she was like a poster child for a some beautiful exotic creature.
I, on the other hand, wasn’t blessed with her perfect features. My hair was a dull straight blonde, I’ve tried but it never was as bouncy and curly as Dorothy’s.
And my smile, ugh, it was crooked and ugly, and I felt that I looked like I was grimacing while trying to smile. Whereas, Dorothy looked picture perfect, photoshopped to amazing to be real.
I was like the opposite of her, and I hated it. I remember when there was birthday parties Dorothy had a whole ten of people, it was like we were at dance club with the songs and the so many people. Mine? About a few people who made some lame excuses during the party about homework (it was summer!) and leaving me all alone with no cake.
Of course Dorothy was there, even when my parents weren’t.
I remembered it, I was crying in the backyard, low small sobs increasing every second. I remember looking toward my mesa, tabla where my presents were supposed to be, I wasn’t greedy o anything, but it hurt to see nothing at all. Not even my parents bothered to give me anything, a rubber band would’ve been nice.
I was so angry that I threw the mesa, tabla across the yard, I stabbed the blow up pool and bounce house. I was about 9 here, before I met Jessica on my first día in middle school. I had fallen to the ground por now, arms around myself, legs tucked behind them, in my own ball of misery. I cried everything that’s been eating at me ever since I was born.
Dorothy had just arrived inicial after a hang out with her friends, she didn’t want to ruin my party, and I’d been thinking if she had stayed maybe my friends would’ve too.
She found me on the ground there, and she had cradled me, whispered sweet things into my ear, made me feel better, did what a good mother would’ve had done. She had a present in her hand and gave it to me, whispering happy birthday in my ear. It was a half of a best friend necklace, grinning she had showed me her other half, and a gift card for the mall.
It was one of the happiest moments of my life, I was the best friend of the girl everyone wanted to be friends with, not only that she was my sister who loved me to. We hung out the whole día and she gave me a proper birthday, ever since that day, we’ve been inseparable since.
Me, the girl who did everything wrong, was best friends with the girl that did everything right.
*Thank tu for all the fans :) Hope tu enjoyed, I moved my speech here. So please review and don't copy, because you've already read it.*
The opposite of her
I remember how it used to feel when I didn’t seem to matter. It was always Dorothy this, o Dorothy that, and I was always left out o ignored. I remember having to shout to get people to look at me, and then they’d be all like ‘oh, I’m so sorry, didn’t see you’.
I remember what it was like when I didn’t like my sister, o at least, not much as I did when we grew closer. I adored her in the few years before she died, but there was a time that I didn’t want to be just like her.
You’d think in most situations when a newborn enters the family they’d be dado all the attention while the first born and others aren’t getting as much as they’d like. But in my family, that was sadly not the case. Dorothy was four years old when I was born, and already she looked gorgeous. An angelic voice, bouncy blonde curls, alluring blue eyes, she was like a poster child for a some beautiful exotic creature.
I, on the other hand, wasn’t blessed with her perfect features. My hair was a dull straight blonde, I’ve tried but it never was as bouncy and curly as Dorothy’s.
And my smile, ugh, it was crooked and ugly, and I felt that I looked like I was grimacing while trying to smile. Whereas, Dorothy looked picture perfect, photoshopped to amazing to be real.
I was like the opposite of her, and I hated it. I remember when there was birthday parties Dorothy had a whole ten of people, it was like we were at dance club with the songs and the so many people. Mine? About a few people who made some lame excuses during the party about homework (it was summer!) and leaving me all alone with no cake.
Of course Dorothy was there, even when my parents weren’t.
I remembered it, I was crying in the backyard, low small sobs increasing every second. I remember looking toward my mesa, tabla where my presents were supposed to be, I wasn’t greedy o anything, but it hurt to see nothing at all. Not even my parents bothered to give me anything, a rubber band would’ve been nice.
I was so angry that I threw the mesa, tabla across the yard, I stabbed the blow up pool and bounce house. I was about 9 here, before I met Jessica on my first día in middle school. I had fallen to the ground por now, arms around myself, legs tucked behind them, in my own ball of misery. I cried everything that’s been eating at me ever since I was born.
Dorothy had just arrived inicial after a hang out with her friends, she didn’t want to ruin my party, and I’d been thinking if she had stayed maybe my friends would’ve too.
She found me on the ground there, and she had cradled me, whispered sweet things into my ear, made me feel better, did what a good mother would’ve had done. She had a present in her hand and gave it to me, whispering happy birthday in my ear. It was a half of a best friend necklace, grinning she had showed me her other half, and a gift card for the mall.
It was one of the happiest moments of my life, I was the best friend of the girl everyone wanted to be friends with, not only that she was my sister who loved me to. We hung out the whole día and she gave me a proper birthday, ever since that day, we’ve been inseparable since.
Me, the girl who did everything wrong, was best friends with the girl that did everything right.
*Thank tu for all the fans :) Hope tu enjoyed, I moved my speech here. So please review and don't copy, because you've already read it.*
Ya know,
All these years
I've been standing here
In the darkness,
And I didn't know what to do
o what to say
But when tu came by
Boy, tu gave me strength.
And tu told me
Girl you're beautiful,
Now go on with your life
I've never met someone
Who has made me so strong,
But I told myself,
Oh you're amazing,
Oh tu made me brave.
The story of my life
Is oh so sad to tell,
But sometimes that is why
Life is so memorable.
The way that he helped me out
Has made me carry on.
And all that gave me courage
Is my awesome little hero.
U R Beautiful,
And I know that I am too.
Well, now, maybe.
U R Beautiful
Boy tu gave me strength.
All these years
I've been standing here
In the darkness,
And I didn't know what to do
o what to say
But when tu came by
Boy, tu gave me strength.
And tu told me
Girl you're beautiful,
Now go on with your life
I've never met someone
Who has made me so strong,
But I told myself,
Oh you're amazing,
Oh tu made me brave.
The story of my life
Is oh so sad to tell,
But sometimes that is why
Life is so memorable.
The way that he helped me out
Has made me carry on.
And all that gave me courage
Is my awesome little hero.
U R Beautiful,
And I know that I am too.
Well, now, maybe.
U R Beautiful
Boy tu gave me strength.
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to golondrina me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that tu will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. siguiente time, I invite tu to registrarse with us on our battle. And it will be even más life-consuming, if tu know what that means.
It's sad
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.