I was always the smaller one than my twin sister Annabelle. I didn't think that my family would bully me for the rest of my life...
*Four years before story*I go down stairs and see my family celebrating my sister and I's birthday without me. I'm used to it by now. They have done it ever since I was two. I go and get a sandwich from the fridge and my sis kicks me in the stomach. I don't care, in fact I dont care about anything. I have been emotionless for three years. Everyone calls me a freak, loner, ugly, weird, lame-ass, and other mean names. I dont care. Then I hear a high pitched screech...