If you were being honest, you were terribly jealous of your little sister. She had everything you ever wanted; the beautiful looks, the warm and caring personality, the loving friends. You had none of that. You were average with straight blonde hair and blue eyes too big for your round face. You were easily overlooked, a loner. But not your sister; she couldn't be overlooked.
Even at a young age, she was different than you were. Everyone was drawn to her like moths to a light. They adored her. You never received a second look whenever she was around. Even from your parents because they were always fawning over your sister and her freakish abilities.
Yet, you couldn't help but feel envious of her. Every year you picked her up from Kings Cross Station. You would see that messy haired boy try desperately to get her attention. You wanted someone to beg for your attention like he did. But you knew it wouldn't happen when your perfect sister was around for the holidays. She would come home gushing about the new things that happened to her throughout the year; her first E, her first Hogsmeade trip, her first kiss.
She was only thirteen, yet she's already had her first kiss. It was yet another thing to be jealous of. You were fifteen and hadn't been kissed yet. So you decided to kiss any guy you could. The next day you begged your mum to take you into town to shop for different clothes. You weren't going to get kissed wearing the baggy, boyish clothes you'd been wearing. Besides, it was time for a change. When you returned home with arms filled with bags of new clothes, make up, and accessories, you felt like a new person.
Everyone noticed your transformation. It was kind of hard to miss; the girl who swore never to wear dresses and skirts and form-fitting shirts now wore them constantly. It did exactly what you wanted it to; it got you noticed for the first time in fifteen years. Whenever you started caring about your appearance, boys started to notice you. You wished you'd started to care sooner.
Now the boy you've had a crush on for a while couldn't keep his chocolate eyes off of you. You had never been more nervous than you were the day he approached you for the first time. Your words were slurred together and your hands were shaking uncontrollably. But he didn't notice, and for that, you were thankful.
He was your first boyfriend. You were terrified that once he met your family, mostly your freak of a sister, he would run off. For that fact, you two didn't hang out outside of school very much. But you were in love with the black haired boy. And he loved you.
He cornered you after school one day. You were expecting him to break it off with you. But you weren't expecting him to close his eyes and lean in. Your blue eyes were wide with surprise as he pressed his lips to yours. A few seconds later, he pulled away. As you walked home, you couldn't wipe that silly grin off your face.
Your relationship didn't last long, since you refused to let him meet your family. You just hoped that the memory of your first love would never fade away. You always wanted to remember the boy who loved you first. You wanted to remember the way his lips felt against your own; soft yet strong. You promised yourself that you would never forget that boy.