SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.
I wanted to tell her she was wrong…but everything she said felt true…..I’d heard these things all my life, and for some reason, even though I liked to act stronger than I knew I was deep down, I wanted to prove her wrong; to, for once in my life, grow a damn spine and talk back to the mirror image who has bullied me since we turned eight.
My most painful memory of Sophia forcing me to suffer the consequences of her actions five years ago was our tenth birthday. When my father was still alive, he would get both of the machine presents because we were twins.
The present for that year was a box of chocolates. We weren’t rich, so he could never really afford anything expensive, but we made do with what we had. Out of jealousy and childish rage, Sophia declared war o
