The happiest day of my life was when they discovered what had been going on in our house, the day dad was taken away and we adopted by the Morris's.

They were such nice people weren't they?

They loved you so much; maybe it was because you were the cookie cutter daughter, the perfect girlfriend, and the perfect person.

I was your exact opposite, short and fat with unruly brown hair that couldn't stay still for even 5 minutes.

I hated myself and I hated you especially for being so perfect.

Then we started public school for the first time in our lives, no longer were we a unit a model of the perfect students and I was looking forward to finding some friends.

You made friends on the first day and I didn't. Of course you did not want to drag your loser sister around with you everywhere.

So you left me sitting alone.

Soon after you started telling everybody that your name was Ginny.

When I confronted you about it you told me simply that things were changing and I had to hurry up or I would be left behind.

You will always be Jennifer to me.

You went to the mall that weekend with your new friends. When I asked if I could come you just gave me a weird look and turned on your heels.

We used to be inseparable and tell each other everything; I couldn't imagine you being this cruel.

But it was real.

You came home that night with a ton of new clothes. I didn't tell you this, but sometimes when you were out at many of your parties with your new popular crowd I would sneak into your room and hold your clothes up and just cry silently to myself.

I would never look good in this kind of stuff.

You were too beautiful for me.

A couple months into school I saw a guy that I hadn't noticed before. He was tall with dark hair and dark eyes. I was totally in love with him.

I memorized every minute of his day so I could see him as much as possible.

He approached me one day and asked me what my name was.

When I told him he asked me if I was related to you.

I told him you were my sister.

He told me how beautiful he thought you were but he was too tongue tied to talk to you.

I walked away.

I felt that you ruined everything.

When I told you how much I hated you, you actually looked shocked.

You left the room sobbing saying that you were going for a walk to think about what I said.

I got a phone call a few hours later from the police.

You had been hit by a car.

You were dead.

I didn't even cry.

I couldn't believe it.

Mr. and Mrs. Morris started sobbing when they heard.

They loved you so much.

Our brothers gave me cold looks every time I passed any of them.

They think I killed you.

That it's my fault.

They were selling all your clothes.

As I picked all your extra clothes off the floor I was struck with a sudden flashback of holding those clothes up and wishing that I was more like you.

I don't wish I was like you anymore.

I just want you back.

You were so beautiful.

He was at your funeral.

I didn't feel my heart beat any faster than normal but somehow I felt his presence.

I had to resist all these feelings of jealousy I had for you still.

Even the priest is glaring at me.

I didn't kill you.

Did I?

You still blame me don't you?

I'm so sorry……