Urgghh, where did this pimple come from? And look at this hair, look how limp and thin.
If you couldn’t guess, I absolutely hated how I looked. My eyes were too wide apart, my nose was too big and my lips are thinner than a pancake without baking powder. At school, none of the boys are interested in me. But, they were all interested in my older sister, Gillian, who by the way was drop-dead gorgeous.
Take it from me, it sucked to attend the same school as your older sibling. Nobody knew my name and the teachers called me Gillian’s little sister.
"Ok, class today in Sex Education we are going to talk about STIs you can spread via kissing"
"That’s something Gillian’s sister doesn’t have to worry about. "
My face turned red as the entire class pointed at me and laughed. I stood up and asked the teacher for a hall pass to the bathroom. I waited for a few seconds and do you know the name that was written on the hall pass? You guessed it, Gillian’s sister. I groaned and walked out of the classroom. I was so sick and tired of living in Gillian’s shadow! I want people to see me for me, not for who I was related to. Was that too much to ask for? And then there’s Dad. I feel horrible saying this but I don’t think Dad likes me very much. I think it’s because I look just like Mom.
Mom left him when Gillian and I were toddlers to marry a rich man. Dad always tells me how ugly I am and refuses to even consider me his daughter, although we share the same last name.
But then, one day, I found something that changed my life forever.
"Hi, my name is Tara and I’m from Holland."
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