The greatest misfortune Alice Edgely had ever been dealt, in her humble opinion, was that she had not been born as interesting as her sister Stephanie had.
Her older sister had a edgy-appeal about her. She was tall, mysterious and had a demanding sort of presence that nobody seemed to be able to ignore, not even their Aunt Beryl who didn't like Stephanie in the lease.
Alice wanted to be like that. So she tried. She joined swim like Stephanie did. She ran everyday and tried to workout as often as possible at school. She work dark clothes, but after a time when none of that seemed to work, Alice stopped. She stopped wanting to be like Stephanie, she stopped acting like Stephanie, she even stopped liking Stephanie.
Then when she had not like Stephanie in a really long while, she started hating her. Alice started doing her hair and makeup, because Stephanie never did, and she skipped school and stopped caring because she was so sick of not ever being noticed for being Alice. Alice started hanging out with boys, lots of boys, who weren't always nice and sometimes wore dirty clothes, because she was popular, and they didn't remind her of Stephanie's tall, thin and velvet-voiced gentleman friend.
And Alice did these things because she was sick of being a shadow in Stephanie life. She was tired of being twisted and warped and shaped by a sister she only saw a few times a month.
She was tired of looking at Stephanie and knowing that she would never be as cool as her.
Stephanie was like the action hero, the knight of a fairy-tale, and beside her Alice just felt like the comic relief.
If only she'd known the truth...
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