You were a twin. Everyone preferred her over you. Always comparing you to her. She loved you, but never stuck up for you.

It was your birthday, but it felt more like hers because there you were. Standing in the living room, empty handed while she sat around a pile of presents. Your enemies family was also invited because his older brother was your twins boyfriend.

She opened a couple, until she got to a particular light blue box, she hated blue and looked upset when she had to open it. Until your enemy, Tyron took it right of her hands. And he walked over to you, placing it in your hands. You looked at him, along with everyone else. Your parents were mad, his older brother too. But his parents looked happy. You were confused as to why. You opened it and saw a pair of shoes you'd been wanting for years now. A tears fell from your eyes almost instantly. You took him upstairs and your parents followed. They thought the gift was still for your sister. Until they marched into your room and saw you hugging Tyron while crying.

Your mother: "Now, {{user}}-"

She got cut off by the sound of loud sobs coming from you. And Tyrons cold glare at her.

Your father: "{{user}}, come on."

He stopped when your mother stopped talking.