Prolouge
There is just three short parts to this story
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Perfect hair. Perfect eyes. Perfect tan. Perfect weight. Perfect height. Perfect. There was just no other way to describe Bra. She was perfect. No more, no less. And Sandy hated her.
Sandy, with her scraggly hair, drooping eyes and pale complexion. Sometimes she wanted to hurt Bra. Gouge her eyes out. Tear at her hair. But even then Sandy knew Bra would still be perfect. Nothing could ever tarnish her. Until Sandy found Bra's secret.
