A/N: Well, um...enjoy. Please remember to click the review button when finished. For now I really don't have much to say...
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When I was first born, I had a lung disease.
There were healthy young babies everywhere.
But not me.
They were better than me.
But I can do better than that.
When I was first learning to talk, my younger sister was already learning to say the alphabet.
I can do better than that.
So I learned the alphabet and could say it without messing up once.
By then my sister had learned to play piano.
I could do better than that.
When I first went to school, I was nervous.
Nobody else was.
They all played together as if they were friends.
They had friends.
I did not.
I could do better than that.
When I first learned how to tie my shoes, my sister was already throwing away her precious dollies.
I still played with mine.
I felt ashamed.
No one else did.
I could do better than her.
So I threw them away.
Then I missed them.
And I felt like a fool.
But I could still do better than that.
When I had my first crush, my sister already had a boyfriend.
I was jealous.
She always did better than me.
But I can do better than better than me.
When summer came and I first learned to swim, my sister was already on the winning swim team for kids.
Again I was jealous.
Oh so jealous.
I thought I might strangle her in the heat.
But I could think of better ways than that.
I learned how to ride my bike not too long after.
My sister owned her own mountain bike.
I could do better than that.
My sister was always at the top of our class.
Her grades were better than mine.
She was more popular than me.
She was loved.
I was not.
And I still believed I could do better than that.
When we got to high school, my sister skipped a grade.
Damn her.
Younger than me,
prettier than me,
smarter than me,
better than me.
I got to the top of my class.
I still could do better than that.
Better wasn't enough.
I had to be best.
Then I skipped a grade.
I could do better than that, too.
my sister and I were rivals.
She rivaled me.
I rivaled her.
She hated me.
I hated her.
I could do better than hate.
I began to see that where ever I went, whatever I did, someone was always better than me.
Better than me.
Better at sports, better at games, better at writing, better grades, better acting, better this, better that, better everything.
I had to do better than that.
It wasn't a want.
It was a need.
And I met that need.
Until Suichii Minamino rolled right around the corner.
Damn him too.
He was better at sports, better at games, better at writing, better grades, better at acting, better looks, better than my better than me sister, and just better than me.
I wanted to be better than him.
So I would be.
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A/N: Um...well, that's it till the next chapter, so all I need is a review, and then I can update over the weekend.
JA NE!
-G