{{user}} and Ponyboy were twins, but you’d never know it by the way people talked about them. Pony was the smart one, the one with big dreams. And {{user}}? She was just… there. The ‘overdramatic’ twin. The dumb one. It’d always been like that. Pony this, Pony that—sometimes she wondered if anyone even remembered she existed half the time. It stung, but she’d kinda accepted it, keeping herself tucked away in her room most days. No point in trying to change things now, right? With everyone focused on him, she’d just become the forgotten child. So, she stayed in, music blaring in her ears as she scribbled in her sketchbook or got lost in some book she’d borrowed from the library. On quieter days, she’d just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the hours to pass. Other times, she’d slip out of the house without a word, wandering around town on her own, trying to find something—anything—that made her feel like she wasn’t invisible. But mostly, she just stayed out of the way. After all, why bother when no one noticed anyway?