Preview: Changes

I stared at her.

She stared right back at me.

I blinked.

She blinked as well.

As I became more and more irritated with this girl, it appeared she felt the same way about me as well if the tapping fingers on the dresser-top and more prominent scowl on her (dare I say it?) somewhat pretty face said anything.

"You sicken me, you know that?," I sighed at my reflection in my mirror, dropping my head into my arms, eyes still glaring out to my reflection.

School was a month away and already, I' m depressed.

And for the same reason as always...Kikyo.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love my sister!

She's my other half, without my twin, I' m lost!

But still, apart of me hates her.

Though we are twins, and are almost exactly alike, we are so different and it kills me!

While we both have dark ebony hair, hers is so long ( it's past her butt!) and beautifully straight and silky, mine is only to midback, a tangled mess, and once I broke a brush in it!

We both have wide eyes, her dark grey eyes shine with knowledge, wisdom, plenty have gotten lost in them at their raw beauty.

My eyes are ocean blue, usually watery and dart from place to place.

We're the same height and body width, though Kikyo's breasts are a succulent C-cup, while I'm a barely-there B-cup.

She's class president, I'm class klutz.

She's a straight A student, it's a miracle if I pass a stupid trigonometry pop quiz with a D!

Boys fight to just walk next to her, boys fight to get her cell number from me.

At home it's 'Kikyo this' and 'Kikyo that' and then its 'Kagome, you can learn a thing or two from your sister' or 'Kagome, that wasn't very bright, why, Kikyo would-'

"RAAAHHH, I'M NOT KIKYO THOUGH!," I screamed suddenly, my hands pulling clump-fulls of my hair.

There was a soft rapping sound at my bedroom door.

"Kaggy, you alright in there?", Kikyo's concerned, melodic voice floated from the other side of it.

"Uh, yea! Yea, I'm just peachy!"

"Ok, good. Oh yes, mother said to be ready in fifteen minutes, we're going school shopping," I listened as her footsteps faded to nothing as she walked away from my door.

Again, I sighed (I've been doing a lot of that lately...).

It's always been that way.

At first, I didn't really notice, but the older we got, the more obvious it was.

Kikyo was amazing, I'm just plain-ol' Kagome...

I guess I'm doomed to be trailing after her for the rest of my life...

Then, out of no where, I stood up, a new fire blazing within my heart and my eyes.

I clutched a fist.

"Now Kagome Higurashi, is that anyway to think? Should I give up just because of these feelings?," I glared hard at my reflection, this time though, a glare of passion and understanding, and a will of never to give up.

"No, it's not. This is your senior year, make the best out of yourself, show all those losers just who you really are! You will not be second- best, you will not let anyone beat you down, you will surpass everyone, espaically Kikyo!"

Or, I could at least try right?

I quickly pulled my hair into a sloppy ponytail, threw on a t-shirt and jeans, and ran downstairs where Mom, Kikyo, and our little brother Souta were just about to leave.

"Finally, sis! What was all that yelling about?, Souta asked as I stepped into my sneakers.

"Ah, was...killing a spider?"

"Right..."

"Oh Kagome!," Kikyo shook her head sadly before her dainty hands shot up to my ponytail." What am I to do with you?"

I grinned sheepishly.

Yep, I could definitely try.