PROLOGUE

My name is Holly. Holly Myran. I am sixteen and study in Westwood High. I guess I am what people would call a ‘half-Goth’. I dress entirely in blacks, purples and reds, like my make-up, but I don’t go to the extent of wearing fishnets all over my limbs and neither do I have piercings in weird places. I have, or had, golden hair that is now dyed black, unlike my twin sister – Heather. While I have scary black and purple make-up on my face, she has pastel pinks and pastel purples; I dress in black leather jackets, black tops, black bottoms but she dresses in soft cashmere sweaters, pretty skirts with flowers all over, and pastel colored tops; half the time, my scary hair covers my face but hers flows down her back like a golden waterfall.

I am the terror of Westwood High, the one who broke Allen Treeman’s arm for trying to bully me once too often, the one who always dresses in black, the one the guys loathed and are freaked out by. She is the beauty of Westwood High, the one with Straight-As, the one with a great friendly personality, the one all the guys lusted after. To put it simply, we are two very different people. No, you heard it right the first time; we are twins – identical twins at that. People love her, but they loathe me. She was the classic Princess from all the fairytales and I was the clichéd loser in school. Sad, but true.

Wait, don’t get me wrong! I love her, I really do. We may be different and I do get jealous of her at times but no matter what, we’re always there for each other. She was not only my twin but my soul mate, my confidante, the one whom I can pour out all my sorrows too. When our mother used to give me death glares or random beatings, Heather never failed to stand up for me. So on her account, I was saved from bruises and cuts. Life never used to be like this, I never used to be this teenage terror, and instead it was much more different. Of course, Heather has had the same gorgeous deep purple eyes and flawless skin all her life. She had always been Little Miss Perfect, amazing at everything and humble to boot. Unlike me, with the pale straw-like hair and stupid lisp. I was much thinner than her when we were young, much paler too, thus making my eyes really stand out. I always hid in her shadows although I was the older twin, albeit by a mere five minutes.

All the playground bullies took joy in picking on me and one of them was Allen Treeman. I still remember how he mimicked my lisp to create entertainment for everyone, “Look! It’th Holly! Come on guyth, let’th thee if thuee will fall if we puth her! Thuee’s tho thin, look!” Then he and his cronies would cackle loudly, leading the whole playground into malicious laughter and me to stand there being humiliated. It was entertainment for everybody, everybody except Heather and someone else. Someone whom I would perhaps never have met if not for Allen Treeman. At least that was one reason why I didn’t break his leg as well.

This someone is Calvin Stinco, my other best friend. He turned up seven years ago when Allen and his cronies were happily poking fun at me. It was no surprise that he easily chased them away, considering that he was the most popular kid in our year, and let’s not forget to mention the best-looking and the teacher’s pet. For once in my nine years, someone bothered to talk to me too and not just Heather. Till now, although Heather and he are two of the most popular people in Westwood High, he has never ceased to be our best friend. And I still have not figured out why he even bothered helping me in the first place. Perhaps he pitied me back then, but I am glad he did so.

It took five years of sheer will-power and much encouragement from my best friends to learn to speak without a lisp and get rid of that sickly look but I have ceased to exist with a name to the others. I will forever be remembered as the ugly, weak and ‘lithping’ girl from elementary school. But that ugly, weak, ‘lithping’ girl was gone, and in her place was a far stronger girl who was perfectly capable to standing up for herself. After getting sick of the bullying and teasing from the other students, I retaliated using my new found strength to break Allen’s arm as a warning. Now that I am perpetually dressed in black, I am classified as a freak. The adoring groupies of Calvin and Heather only tolerated me due to my relationships with their idols. In fact, I have heard Calvin’s football buddies complaining about my presence at his football games. I have learnt to shut my ears to those snide remarks. I was there to support my friend, and not to listen to such worthless comments.

I don’t care what others think about me. To them I am a freak, I am invisible, I am hateful and I’d like it to remain that way.

XOXOXOX

A/N: The prologue is a brief introduction of Holly, the main character of the story, as well as a few other names which will be appearing soon enough. The remaining nine chapters will be uploaded at one shot if there's anyone interested in reading this story. (: Yes, it is completed and it's frankly a very short story. The chapters are barely three pages long in Microsoft Word. Do review if you'd like to see the rest of this. I'll upload the rest if there're five reviews, at least. (I hope...?)