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Chapter 1

I hear a knock on the door and then it slowly creaks open. "Courtney, sweetie, your mother is here." I grab my luggage and begin to walk to the door. Sydney walks next to me, down the eerie hallway. I've been here for three years, and I would never have to come back. I would never have to go to any mental institution if my plan worked.

I see an unfamiliar red convertible and see my mom through the window talking on the phone. I open the door to the backseat and put in my luggage. Mom ends the call as soon as she hears me open the door to the front seat. "Hi mother."

My mother shifts uncomfortably and looks at me with a smile plastered onto her Botox face. "Hello Courtney. Nice to see you sweetie." I smile back. I nod my head and buckle my seatbelt. She drives off, without signing me out, because she is a DiLaurentis and she can do whatever she wants. Like shipping me off to an institution. Note the sarcasm.

I was finally going home. Of course I visited all of them every once in a while, but I always had to stay inside the house, since my family pretended that they only had two kids so that they won't have to be embarrassed with having me. If only they saw Alison's true colors.

After about an hour we pulled up to a familiar old green house. 29 Bridgewater Terrace. I immediately step out of the car and leave my luggage in there. Maybe mother will get it for me. I run to the front doorstep and knock. Knock until my father answers the door. I embrace him with a hug. "Daddy! I missed you." I see him tense up, but he still hugs me.

"Hello, Courtney. Wow, you've gotten taller since I've seen you a couple months ago. It's nice to have you back for a couple of days." He said. I knew he was grateful…and I was too, because by the end of the weekend we would finally have the bad twin out of the house.

Mom clears her throat and I pull away from him. I smile at her and she hands me my bags. I take them and bring them into the house. "So, where do you want me to put them? Where am I going to stay?"

"You'll stay in one of the guest rooms that you choose. Just leave you bags there. It's not like you'll be staying here for long." She quickly walks away and into the kitchen. My dad smiles tightly at me and walks to the couch to watch some stupid basketball game that seems to be more important than me.

I put my stuff at the doorway of the room that I had chosen. I then walked to the kitchen, where my mom was cooking. I sit on one of the stools in front of the counter and smile. "So mother, how have you been?"

She looks at me and an actual smile graces across her face. "Fine Courtney, and how have you been doing?" She asks as she drops chopped up onions into the pot. She then begins to chop up cilantro. I sniff the air, enjoying the smell of the mint coming from the cilantro.

"I'm actually doing really fine mom." I began to fiddle with salt shaker that was on the counter. "So, what are you cooking. It sure smells good." I look up at her and see the surprised expression on her face. I guess she just noticed that I'm actually nicer than Alison.

"I looked up some simple, Mexican recipes online and I read something about these beans that they make that have cilantro, bacon, and onion. I thought it would be something nice to try. Oh and I'm also going to make something called a fajita taco. It's basically like a type of bread that's called a tortilla and there's a Mexican meat that tastes amazing when they are put together." She says.

I make a sound that sounds sort of like 'mmm'…you know what it sounds like right? Well yeah, I haven't had a decent meal in a while.

I hear a door slam and a honey voice call out, "Mother, I'm home." I know that voice. The voice that ruined my life. Who else's could it be? Alison. She comes to the kitchen, staring down at a flyer, smirking. "Mom, you'll never guess what they just announced today." She looks up and waves the flyer, still not noticing me, "The Time Capsule. This year is my year, that I will definitely win. Jason's hiding it and he is going to tell me where it is."

I chuckle at the thought of Jason helping Alison win in a game that was probably meant to be played fairly. She turns around as she hears it and her eyes widen. She plasters a smile on a face, as I do too. "Courtney! It's nice to see you. It's been a while since I've last seen you…so how's everything been going?"

"Hey Alison. Nice to see you too. I've been good…and I'm sure you have been too." She comes and hugs me in a too-tight embrace. "I was just chatting with Mom."

She pulls away as Mom says, "Junebug, could you come and help me with something?" Alison walks to Mom and I flinch at the name. We were born in June. My mother always called her Junebug when we were little- and I guess she still did. She always got to have nicknames. My dad called her Golden. Because she was the golden child. The perfect child. But soon, they would begin to start calling me that, and I would be nothing but content, nothing more or less.

I quietly tiptoe out of my bedroom and into another. I see her sleeping in the beautiful pink bed that I would soon be using. I see her honey-blonde hair that would soon be replaced with my own. I see her sleeping mask covering her eyes, which would soon be covering my eyes. And then I see the ring. I swiftly swipe it and quietly leave the bedroom.

I tiptoe back to my own and hide the ring in one of the drawers in the nightstand. Only a couple more days and Alison will be the one suffering.

Thank you for reading once again and I hope that you enjoyed chapter 1 of 'Sister, Dear'. Ok, so many of you may be thinking that Courtney is the evil one, but by the end, you'll see who is the true evil twin. Oh and also I would like to say that if you would like to be a beta reader for 'Sister, Dear' then please send me a private message and I will be sure to check out you're beta reader profile. Oh and also send me a private message if you would like to see the cover of this story that I made myself. It does look professional and I worked very hard on it so the small version comes with the summary of the story but you can notice it better in a bigger size. Thank you and please review!

-ThePrettyLittleHungerGleek