My sister's a superstar. So why am I forgotten?

hey, this was one of my series' on YouTube buuuut, I decided I would put it on here.

Ep 1.

Hi. Wow this is weird. I have never written a diary before. I suppose I should tell you a bit about me. My name is Kat Lovato. Yes Lovato. Twin sis to Demi Lovato. But I look nothing like her. She is a brunette, I'm a blonde, and she's popular, im a loner. She has a boyfriend and I am left all on my jim. Its fab. Not. The really bad thing is that. Well, it's almost like im invisible. Everyone forgets me. EVERYONE. I hate it. And one of the other things I hate is that if I say something about to Demi or Dallas they look at me as if I'm mad. They say imagining it. Oh yeah, I forgot. I have an older sister Dallas, she also has a boyfriend. The brother of Demi's actually. I guess what. I like their brother. I say like, it's more like..... love. Sorta. It's really hard to explain. Mainly cause he fancies Demi something rotten. It is so hard watching the love of your life drooling over your successful, beautiful, twin. Maybe I was wrong about everyone ignoring me. There is one person who doesn't. My mum. But I don't think she counts. Anyway, were was I? Oh yeah. Him. And the other thing is. He doesn't like me. Not even as a sorta friend. In fact he thinks im, well, ugly, horrible and boring. Which I suppose might be true but he. He didn't have to say that. He said that right after Demi told him she thinks I liked him. I was standing right behind him. But cause I'm short he didn't see me. Nobody did. I felt the tears well up in my eyes, so I walked past him, accidently hitting his arm as I passed. Everybody froze. I kept my head down as I walk; well half ran back to the house. I heard them asking him why he had said that. Do you know what his response was? 'Well. She is. And she's fat.' Thanks. I didn't speak to Demi for a week. She kept asking me why I was so mad, I said I didn't like him so what was the problem. I didn't answer her. I just looked at her. If my sister, my TWIN sister couldn't work it out I wasn't going to help her. She still asks me, even though that as 2 months ago. I see him, Demi, his 2 brothers and Dallas together everyday. I sit inside. I read. I refuse to talk to any of them. I don't want to give him any more things to say about me. I heard one of his brothers ask Dallas once, 'Why does your sister never come outside?' 'I don't know' I don't know. That was the response from my older sister, the same older sister who always says that she knows almost everything about her little sisters. Well she might about Demi but not me. Defiantly not me.

Ep 2 – Frankie.

Today is the day. I will go outside. Ive been talking it over with mum. I'll go outside and sit on the porch and read. I have a new book and I have my trusty I-pod. I'll be fine. Anyway, mum says she will keep checking on me through the window. Right. Go for it. As I walk outside I hear laughter. His laughter. Oh god. He's here already. Be strong, I tell myself. I go and sit down on the bench, get out my book and put my earphones in. But, just before I play my music, I hear him. Talking about. About me. I glance up. He has his back to me. They all do. They are sitting down facing the pond. They have the cutest little boy with them. Can't be more the 7, 8. He is telling the boy about me.
'You see Frankie, Demz has a twin sister. Who looks nothing like her. Her twin is blonde, ugly, boring, fat and worthless.'
'That's not vey nice. Whats her name'
'Its the truth Frank. Her name is. I cant remember. Demz, whats your sister-who-isnt-Dallas's-name?'
'Kat?'
'There you go Frak. Kat'
Ugly. Boring. Fat. Worthless. And the olny person who protested was a boy who has never meet me! So much for sisterly love. I browse through my music and I get to Outside Looking In by Jordan Pruitt. As I press play, I feel a tear roll down my face. I cross my legs and lean back and open my book. Im reading The Queen's Fool by Philippa Gregory. Its a historical drama, so Dem and Dallas hate it. Just another example of the many ways I am the total opposite to my sisters. I love reading, history, English and give me a book and I will be happy for hours. They just think its all a waste of time. I read a few pages and then. A hand is pulling at my skirt. 'Hello' I look up. Its the little boy. 'Hi sweete. Whats your name?' 'Frankie' he says proudly. I smile and ask if he wants to sit up here on the bench. He nods and I lift him up. We get talking and suddenly he asks 'Whats your name? Is it as pretty as you?' I almost laugh. As pretty as me. The sweetheart. 'My name is Katherine sweetie and it is alot prettier than me.' He frowns at that. 'What do you mean?' 'Frankie. I am not pretty. Not at all.' 'I think you are.' I hug him and smile. 'Thanks Frankie. That means alot.' He then asks why he has never seen me before. He has been coming here for weeks and i have never been here. If I was, he says, I would have been able to play with you and not get bored. My brothers are really boring. I give him a small smile and say 'I usally stay inside to read.' 'Why?' Cause you brother hates me. 'Cause I didn't want to come outside. I had no one to play with.' I smile down at him. This boy is so sweet. Like a little ray of sunshine. 'Will you play with me Kat?' 'Cause I will sweete. What do you want to play?' He thinks. Then a thought striks him. 'Wait..... Are you Demi's twin sister?' My smile freezes. 'Yes' He stands up. He tugs on my hand. 'Close your eyes and come with me.' I do as im told. I get dragged and suddenly we stop. 'Can I open my eyes now?' 'No. Sit down.' I smile. 'Yes boss.' Then my smile freezes for the second time in the space of a few minutes. 'Nick, why did you say she was ugly and fat? She isn't. She is really nice. She is the olny one who would talk to me. Why were you nasty about her?' My eyes fly open. Frankie has lead me to the group.

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