Somewhere in Engeland, in London to be precise, lived a very ordinary family. Not the ordinary kind of ordinary family, but the posh kind of ordinary family. The ordinary family that didn't want to be ordinary at all. Their house was a bit bigger than the house the regular ordinary people would live in and they had a better car than the regular ordinary family would have. Even their jobs were ordinary, but above avarage. Bernard Perkins worked as a division manager for a bank and his wife, Marilyn Perkins, had her own hair salon. Their daughter Melissa was 19 years old and studying dental hygiene. Melissa was a really smart and pretty girl. Most of the girls her age looked up to her and most of the boys her age fancied her. Bernard and Marilyn were so proud of their daughter. They were a happy family, they had everything they wanted. Oh, and they had Mandy too.

Mandy Perkins was 14 years old. She wasn't like her family at all. Mandy, or Elektra (she called herself Elektra as she hated her real name), didn't have the good grades Melissa had in school, and she wasn't as popular as Melissa was when she was her age, and she didn't wear designer clothes like Melissa. She was not like Melissa at all. That's why Elektra's parents assumed she wasn't as good as Melissa.

Elektra didn't understand why it had to be like this. She tried so had to fit in, but she couldn't. She remembered her parents telling her she could be anything she wanted, so she was so disappointed when she found out she was actually supposed to be the same as Melissa.

Because of all the attention Melissa got Elektra always felt left out and started to hate her sister. Why did Melissa always get all the good stuff? And why did Elektra always end up sad or angry for doing whatever she thought was right? Elektra couldn't change herself into the person her parents wanted her to be. She wasn't that person. And she hadn't even told them most of the things she had in mind for her own life.

"Mandy, dinner's ready."

"Coming!" Elektra shouted.

She didn't want to go downstairs. But she could already imagine how angry her parents would be if she didn't come. So she left her room, went downstairs and sat down next to Melissa at the table. She could have stayed in her room for a few more minutes because dinner wasn't ready yet. After a while Marilyn put the food on the table; Spaghetti bolognese.

"Mandy, give me your plate." She said.

"Mum, there's meat in this. I'm a vegetarian." Elektra replied.

"Not this again..." Bernard muttered under his breath.

"Mandy, we've discussed this before, haven't we? You're free to decide whatever you'd like to eat when you live on your own."

"But mum! I'm not eating this! I don't eat dead animals."

"Thanks Mandy," Melissa said. "You've put me off my appetite now."

"See what you've done, Mandy! You've upset your sister! Go to your room and think about what you've don!" Bernard shouted.

"WHAT?!"

Elektra couldn't believe her parents would punish her for not eating meat.

"You've heard your father, go to your room." Marilyn repeated.

Elektra kicked away her chair and ran upstairs. No dinner that night, great. She was so hungry, but she didn't eat meat. It wasn't just that she didn't want to eat it, but she thought it felt wrong. Elektra loved animals. Eating them felt like cannibalism. Elektra lay down on her bed. A few minutes later she heard a knock on her door.

"What?" She asked.

"It's me, Melissa."

"Come in."

Melissa walked in with a plate in her hands.

"I thought it was a bit rude that mum and dad just sent you upstairs without you finishing your meal, so I thought I'd bring you a bit."

Melissa handed the plate over to Elektra, who saw there was still meat in the sauce.

"Melissa... There's meat in this. You know I don't eat meat." She said.

"Oh, but... Aren't you hungry? It's mum's spaghetti."

"I'll just make a sandwich or something. I won't eat this."

Melissa grabbed the plate out of Elektra's hands again and said: "You really are a spoilt brat! I'll tell mum how grateful you are."

"It's not that!" Elektra tried to say, but Melissa had already left her room.

Elektra felt guilty all night. She knew she didn't have to feel guilty, but she still did. She upset her parents and her sisters. She always managed to upset everyone when she didn't even mean to do so. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but she always did. And that hurt her too.