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So, where did I leave off? Oh, yes. The realization that I was quite possibly the worlds worst sister ever. In doing Maya a favor, I might as well have broken her heart.

And now, watching her walk in the door, my stomach felt sick. I smiled for her, and she came over to hug mum, followed by me.

"How'd it go?" she whispered.

"Uhmhuh. Goodd," I said, trying to reassure her, and myself.

"Just good?"

"Just good."

"No boyfriend stealing?"

I swallowed.

"None, whatsoever."

"Good." Maya smiled at me, hugging me again. "I need to shower. The hotel's water was freezing."

Maya went upstairs, and her smile didn't last. I realized how hard it must have been for her, to go to the funeral. And now...

She headed into her room. I saw my mom and my dad hugging in the kitchen. The phone rang, and since everyone else was clearly occupied, I grabbed it.

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

"SISSY!"

"Hey, Max! What's up? How's school?"

"It's great! How about you?"

My sister, Margaret-Ann was away at college. She lived five hours away, so we rarely got to talk to each other. The conversation was drawing the attention of my other family members. My parents slowly crept out of the kitchen, and Maya peeked out behind the doorway of her room.

Suddenly I was attacked by all three members of my family at the same time, and the phone was ripped out of my hand.

Well, okay, now I was lonely. I ran up stairs, rolling my eyes. That's normal for our family, at least, whenever Margaret-Ann calls.

I walked into my bedroom to grab my phone. Three missed messages….

Two from Iggy, boring. One forward. Gross.

I sighed and fell back on my bed. What to do, what to do… I couldn't go down there and face my sister… Might as well get in a shower before Maya does.


I left the bathroom, combing out my hair with my fingers, shaking more and more thoughts out of my head.

"So, how was AP Calc.?" Fang asked as we headed to the lunch room, hand in hand. I sighed and rolled my eyes, catching a glimpse of his broken tooth. "The usual?"

"Yep. Stupid as always." I smiled back, and we kept walking. Fang glanced behind us suspiciously. I started to glance back as well, but before I could, he brought his hand up to my face, moving a piece of dirty blonde hair behind my ear. I briefly saw bright blonde hair and glasses. Brigid.

"Sorry, this must be awkward for you," Fang said, almost blushing. He looked away, then back at me.

"No more awkward for me than it must be for you. You're dating my sister," I said, letting go of his hand. He glanced back again, and put his empty hand around my waist.

"Yeah, kinda. It's not too bad."

I shook it out of my head, closing my eyes tight.

I headed down stairs. It was dark outside now, and there was a movie playing downstairs. I started walking towards the kitchen for some eats, peeking in the living room. There was Fang, cuddling with Maya on the couch.

My breath caught in my throat, and I hated myself for feeling jealous.

I quickly escaped into the bathroom.

I walked into the school bathroom and leaned up against the wall, right after gym class.

I leaned up against the wall.

I breathed hard for a few minutes, then slid down until I was sitting. Fang was just holding me, I hate dancing in gym.

I sat down on the floor, breathing heavy.

"You cant dance and stay uptight, its a supernatural delight, everybody was dancing," I whisper-sang.

"I'm in the business of misery, Let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock," I whispered. I put my head down on my knees. I hate myself. Earlier today in gym, when Fang was dancing with me, it just got on my nerves that my sister had someone so perfect and funny and amazing. I don't even think I relate that well in my story, but he is. He's hilarious, and he's cute. And awkward. And quirky. And I don't have someone like that. I'm always lesser than my twin. She so pretty, and so amazing, and all the guys like her. And I'm just average.

Plain old, average Max.