Roxas's POV

"Oh wow Sora! That's terrific!"

"Oh how wonderful!"

"Your son Sora is like none other!"

"Someday, he's going to be a very important person."

"I have no doubt; this boy is going to be it all."

"Oh, I didn't know that Sora had a brother."

"It's a shame, really. His brother is nothing like Sora."

"Roxas is very smart, but he's just too quiet."

"I've never seen the boy before. But now that I do, it's hard to imagine that he's Sora's brother."

"Roxas looks just like him!"

I think I've heard it all. It's as though God made the heavens and the earth, the man to move around in it, and then he made Sora. And everyone acts like he's the biggest thing to hit the earth since Adam himself. I'm sure even Adam would love my perfect, stupid brother.

And we're supposed to be twins? Don't twins normally go together as though they're the same person? Aren't we supposed to be the same? Sure, we're different in ways, but why does everyone favor him over me?! Am I supposed to play the role of the bad twin or something? Maybe not even that. Maybe just the boring, quiet, smart twin, as opposed to the more interesting, kind, sweet, loving, funny, dorky, amazing twin.

I can say without even the littlest hint of guilt that I absolutely hate my twin brother Sora. Hate. Hate Hate Hate. Like, "I would toss this kid off the side of the bridge and not mind that he falls to his death" hate. Like "I would sell him into slavery" hate. Like "If I had a knife I would stab him, watch him cry until he died" hate. Just uttering his name makes me wanna throw up everything I have inside. I would rather throw myself into a brick wall than to be Sora's brother any longer, though that would mean ending my life, which I would rather not like to do. Sora's not worth dying over.

I hate Sora.

Being at home with him was horrendous, reading until I fell asleep at night and figuring out how to do the simplest of things before Sora, like tying my shoes and riding a bike. I made sure he was always ten steps behind, that way I wouldn't feel so bad about being his shadow. But no one ever seemed to see me, see the potential I had. It was as though I didn't exist.

After carefully searching online and checking out the boarding schools they had to offer, I picked my favorite one -- Twilight Academy -- and slipped the brochure into my father's fishing boat and waited. I stayed up that night as my parents discussed the idea together. In no time, I was packed up and sent off to boarding school, away from Sora, away from my horrible life.

BUT NOW HE'S COMING TO MY SCHOOL?! HOW DARE MY PARENTS DO THIS TO ME!!!

Could any couple individuals be THAT stupid!? Sending Sora to MY school?!

My life is over. Either my life or his life, because I certainly won't let him get away with coming to my school, taking over and enjoying it, that brat! I'll make sure he regrets coming here. In fact, I'll make sure that he turns around and goes back home. He doesn't belong here, the only place I would call home.

I felt a little bit better when I tossed all his stuff out of my room. I even peeked into his suitcase for a second to see that he had a picture of me and him stuffed inside. The nerve! That's when I really got mad. I could hardly stand looking at any of his stuff, and I felt so much satisfaction when I saw the stunned look on his face. Serves him right, coming to MY school, ruining MY life.

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Something about being in Twilight Town is so... amazing. Being able to just throw my things in my room and then get outside and walk around and experience the life of a city. Being on an island was too isolating and too sorry for me. I didn't really appreciate the beauty of it like my mother did. I still remember just how breathless I felt when I saw my first sunset on Sunset Hill... I still get chills. Every time I've gone back so far I've had my sketchbook and pens with me at my side. I took an art class in school, and I've been drawing since. But no one knows this... I don't want to admit it. I keep my sketchbook hidden underneath my pillow and slip it into my bag wherever I go. I feel weird when I don't have it at my side.

It's nice, my school. I get a decent amount of respect, I have a good set of friends. I enjoy being there. But sometimes I wish I had someone to talk to, like really talk to... someone who knows me better than anyone else...

Then I'm called back out into reality. I wake up; it's time for class. I pull my clothes on, get my stuff together, and head to class as usual, pretending everything is fine when nothing is as it seems.