|My Life in Pillow Book
Author: warrior goddess of words PM
This is my first attempt at writing a pillow book, describing the struggles, joys, and everyday adventures of my life. Enjoy. :Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,014 - Reviews: 3 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 12-22-10 - Published: 05-11-10 - id: 2806046
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Let me start off by saying that I'm a twin. People often say, "Oh, no way! Cool! I wish I had a twin!" etc, etc. I love my sister dearly, but every time I have to think, "No, you wouldn't want to be a twin."
Recently I made a split decision to join the cross-country team. Why? Well, to be honest, I'm not much of a runner. But I'm tired of being called fat by my twin sister. I'm certainly not fat, and I know it's supposed to be sticks and stones, but I for one, believe in the power of words. And by doing a school sport, that would therefore prove, once and for all, I am just as athletically fit as she is. And who knows? I thought. I might just beat her at her own sport.
Of course, she didn't like that fact I was taking up her sport, and I can't say I blame her.
I'd like to think that with sisters two or three years apart, it's no big deal if they share the same interests or hobbies. But with twins, or at least my sister and me, it's completely different.
As a twin, I find that I'm fighting to hold onto something, anything to set me apart from my sister, my friends, everyone. Because to people it doesn't matter if we have different eye colors, that I'm a lot taller, or if we have different personalities. We'll be mixed up and called the wrong names for as long as we live. I don't like it, but I've come to accept the facts. We're just "the twins." I guess it's easier to refer to us as what we are. I just wish that maybe, for once, I could be recognized for who I am, instead of just what I am.