If you watch 'Boy Meets World' and you saw the episode where Cory and Eric are fighting for their father's attention, the title of this story makes sense to you. If not, look it up. Anywho, this is based off a real story.
It's never been easy, I suppose, always being second best, always standing – or sulking, really – in his shadow, always pushed aside as less important when compared to him. He was the angel, the number one child. I was – well, not the devil – but the opposite. They thought he was smarter, just because he was the one they could afford to send to school. In their eyes, he was smarter, older, nicer, funnier, probably better looking, too. I was nothing to them, no matter what I did.
I'm not as resentful as I sound, really. It's not like he deliberately tried to sabotage my existence or anything. As different as we might have seemed, we were as close as brothers could be growing up, at least when we were left alone. When we had to put up with appearances, he was thrust into the spotlight, and I was shunted to the side. He always claimed he didn't like the attention, but he never shied away from it, either. Don't get me wrong, I loved him. How could I not, he was my brother?
Like I said, it hasn't been easy. But growing up with it, you get used to it, you know? It was just my way of life. I never knew anything else, never though about anything else, never cared for anything else.
Until now.
It seemed almost unfair. He was born first, naturally, he gets the better treatment. Sometimes, the thought occurs to me that even if I was born first, they would still prefer him over me. But I never thought…
It was never a competition, that's all.