This idea came to me while playing The Sims.

I do not own Assassination Classroom.

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Even if they didn't have the courage to tell me, I always knew what everyone thought of me. They always thought that it wouldn't really matter how hard I tried. I remember overhearing my parents, Nagisa Shiota and Akari Yukimura (but Dad always called her 'Kaede'), talking about how I couldn't keep up in school and how it wasn't my fault. I just 'wasn't smart enough.'

On the contrary, my twin sister, Ruri, was pretty much perfect. She was a straight A student, her room was always spotless, and she hardly ever fought with Mom and Dad. In stark contrast, I was lucky to get a C- on any test, my room was covered in clothes (both clean and dirty), none of my books were ever on shelves, and I fought with my parents constantly.

Ruri and I were perfect opposites in every single way.

I had Mom's black hair, Ruri had Dad's blue. I had Dad's blue eyes, Ruri had Mom's gold. Ruri was sweet and smart, I was apathetic and dumb. Most people could hardly believe we were even related. The only real proof was our matching last names. Some people even asked Mom and Dad if I was adopted. They always denied it.

Sometimes, I doubted them.

Ruri kept receiving awards, A's, congratulations, praise. And, no matter how hard I tried, I could never match her. Eventually I just stopped trying. It wasn't like my grades could drop that much anyway. I stopped doing homework, stopped participating in group projects, and stopped studying for tests.

I stopped asking Ruri for help, and stopped caring.

Eventually, I started skipping school.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that I didn't like my sister, or blamed her for my own stupidity, or resented her for being the favorite. It was none of that. In face, I loved my sister. She was someone who believed in me, even if I gave up. She tried to get me to do homework and study again. She tried to tutor me. She gave me pep talks, and she tired to help me clean my room.

She'd always say that Anri Shiota (me) could have a future if she tired.

But she didn't understand. As smart as she was, she just didn't understand that I didn't have a future regardless. She had the potential to be anything. Anything she wanted. But I was too dumb for that.

And then I saw the guitar in the window of the music shop.

I dragged my parents in and started looking through music books for the guitar. And I asked my parents if they would get me a guitar. And they agreed.

So, I taught myself to play the guitar.

My parents were elated to see me so happy to try at something again, as was Ruri. She even sometimes pretended to be interested in guitar so I could finally be the one to teach her something.

I started entering competitors. And I did really well.

And Ruri showed up for every single one. Even when my parents couldn't (which wasn't too often), Ruri was always there, sitting in the front row, smiling up at me, standing and applauding when I was done.

When I lost she would shout that I should've won, hug me, and told me how proud she was.

And when I won, she would hug me, congratulate me, and tell me how proud she was to be my sister.

I had always felt like Ruri deserved a better twin. Like we had been mismatched.

But overtime Ruri hugged me and told me she was proud to be my sister, my twin sister, I felt proud to be hers too.

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