Disclaimer: I own nothing but my thoughts, and any characters you don't recognize, all that you do obviously aren't mine.

AN: Give it a chance before you judge to harshly people.

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Chapter 1

A Beginning of Sorts...

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I'd just like to point out—I am not the kind of girl that gets to be the heroine. No, in this three-ring circus we call life, I'd more often than not compare myself to the poor soul that shoveled the elephant crap between shows, or the sucker they got to feed the lions. Call it what you will: a lack of ambition; a clinical need to under-achieve; whatever it was I'm sure my guidance counselor would've had a field day with me if I'd ever bothered to show up for those appointments.

I'm not inherently good or brave beyond reason, or even all that interesting five minutes into a conversation because chances are you'd catch me on a day when my IQ and my mouth weren't syncing up correctly.

I don't run towards danger with the hope that I can change the world. Quite the opposite actually, I'm all for the running and the hiding and the waiting for the beefy stud-muffin to make with the saving like he's damn well supposed to at the end of every movie. Because if I have to put that much effort into being the lovable ingénue, waking up with neither a hair out-of-place or blemish on my face, and pretend like running from the bad guys in four-inch heels doesn't kill my feet or have me reaching for an inhaler...you bet your ass he's going to be the one doing all the heavy lifting. Feminism be damned!

But most importantly...I am not the girl that saves the day. Call the cops, the fire department, the Men in Black–anyone before me in the event of a crisis. If I found your lost cat stuck up a tree, chances are he'd still be lost in the morning because A; I don't do heights, and B...cats worship the devil, so they probably deserved it.

I'd be the first person to admit I had issues, and not the usual woe-is-me-no-one-understands-me drivel most of my peers seemed to be infected with. On the contrary, the reason for my rather impressive slacker complex could be summed up into a fairly simple number—nine and a half.

Just nine and a half months was all that separated my sister and I from a set of Thing 1 and Thing 2 bibs, from shared birthdays and matching birthmarks on our ankles. Irish twins was the term, though I wasn't sure if being Irish was actually a requirement, but it was just another way of saying my sister and I were born the same year.

Of course, the other way of saying it was that my parents were such complete horndogs that they couldn't even wait for the baby-maker to cool before they...ugh, train of thought officially over.

Point being, my dilemma was also my saving grace. My sister Cassie was everything I wasn't, and I both loved and hated her for it. Vulnerable yet headstrong, average for the moment yet bursting with unexplored potential, possessing a soft beauty enhanced only by the simple fact that she didn't think of herself as such, Cassie was someone you'd root for against all odds.

I thought she was far more in keeping with the conventional heroine than I was, and if tradition had its way, the events that transpired in Chance Harbor would've been a one-woman show starring everyone's favorite doe-eyed orphan, Cassie Blake. But in the chaos I guess I held her hand too tightly, clinging to the comfort she offered so freely, my very own port in the storm. And so I too was driven on to the stage, under a harsh unforgiving spotlight with the distinct impression that opening night was upon us, and I knew none of my lines...

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AN: Ok…so it's a sister-fic. I went there. Someone was bound to. In fact, I'm sure some already have, but I can assure you that I will strive to make this an interesting ride, and I will be adding my own twists and turns to the story arcs so that it's not just a recap of every episode with a new character along for the ride. Please be aware that while I will be taking my cue from the TV series, I have read the books so it will have some influence if only in the form of their spells...way creeper then some of the garbage they tried passing off as spellwork in the show. Please let me know what you think.

To those who've already jumped on this bandwagon with me, you'll notice the addition of a new chapter 1. I did this mostly because I wanted to give people a reason to care enough about my OC to stick around and give the story a fair chance. For those of you who didn't need the prompting, I know who you are and I thank you. I'll find some way to reward you.