Sammy looked around at the grayish walls of her bedroom. It was small, only room for a dresser and her plain, white bed. There was only one window. Unfortunately, that window didn't show her the outside, it wasn't even for Sammy to use. It was for her sister, Amy. Amy was Sammy's twin, but didn't act like it. Instead, Amy acted like Sammy was a little bug that she wanted to go away. The window was used because Amy wanted to make sure Sammy was doing what she said at all times. Even the girls' father said, "Don't use the window." Their mother at least tried to treat Sammy right.

Sammy sighed, trying to go back to sleep. Sammy had never been treated like Amy. Amy was the prettier twin, she was treated nicer. Sammy had never seen a Christmas where she'd gotten something fancy, like Amy's new laptop computer or her iPhone 5C, which was pink. Sammy always got coal, or even nothing.

"Life will get better, Sammy." That was what Sammy told herself each day. In fact, Sammy was the only one to call herself Sammy. That was her real name, but Amy had decided Sammy was a second Amy. She'd given her the name Samey. Because of that, nobody called her Sammy. Just as Sammy was about to get some sleep, Amy yelled to her, "Samey! Get up and make me breakfast! Maybe if you do, you won't miss the bus!"

Today was a new day, a chance to start over. Sammy and Amy were going to a new high school. "Samey! Let's go already!"

Sammy got out of her bed, looking into Amy's room as she walked by. Amy had red walls, a soft bed with a red-rose print sheet on it, and her own personal balcony. Amy could go out there anytime, even late at night. Also, Amy's room was bigger, at least four times the size of Sammy's room.

As Sammy went downstairs, she saw her mother sitting at the table. She smiled a little when she saw that, because her mother was the only one in the family that believed in her. But because of their father liking Amy better, she often had to pretend not to care about Sammy. "It breaks my heart, Melissa." That's what she'd say on the phone, when nobody was around. She'd call Aunt Melissa and tell her how much she wished Sammy could live better. "Nobody here believes in her."

As Sammy approached the table, she saw eggs and bacon already there. "Mom? Did you make all this?"

"Yes, Samey." Even though Sammy's mom loved her, she still used the nickname Samey when she talked to her. It was one of the ways she hid how much she cared.

"But Amy told me to make breakfast for her. You don't understand how much she hates me. Amy wants me to die."

Sammy quickly burst into tears, not knowing Amy was standing over her. Amy, being Amy, kicked her out of the way before seeing the plates of food.

"Mother! Did Samey make these? She better have!" Amy glared at her twin sister, who had just stood up. Sammy's eyes and the tip of her nose were red.

"Well, Amy, I did. I knew she couldn't get up early enough to make them herself."

Amy furiously turned around, flaming mad. "Samey! I told you to make breakfast. I woke you up, and all you do is sit here and cry?! God, you're stupid. I'm surprised you even made it to high school." Amy kicked Sammy back onto the ground, kicking and punching her over and over again.

"Please- I was going-" Sammy suddenly went quiet for a second, and when Amy was done attacking her, she stood up, rubbing her hands together as of she were thinking, 'Got the job done.'

Sammy stood up, a bit dizzy and faint but still conscious.

"Let's get to school... Samey."