Everyone seems to have a strong desire tp be unique and nowadays, people are seen to display the most eccentric possible things just to ensure their uniqueness.
I guess I always wanted to be unique too, but that's not a very viable goal when there is another person existing who looks like an exact replica of you. I presume this interest of mine resulted purely from either the current popular trend or probably from the depression I felt when I would realize that although Abby and I are supposed to be like each other- I was more like her unsuccessful shadow.
Abby was better than me at everything that mattered, and not just slightly better- much better! For example, in our last history test the average mark scored was 78 out of 100, where Abby scored 96 and I scored 79.
In gym class, Abby is more like an instructor now than a student since Mrs. Toby keeps asking Abby to help her demonstrate and teach us. Mrs. Toby does make a good decision there as Abby is our school’s junior representative at the ‘National School Fitness Challenge.’ Every school is compelled to enter their three best athletes for every age group. They participate in a range of events and one representative is chosen to enter the competition.
If we consider social matters, Abby is very popular always busy with friends and knows exactly how to impress the teachers and parents. I’m usually the one who sits somewhere in the corner and watches her laugh and enjoy. Once very hour or two, Abby scans around to find me and calls me to join in. I go up to her, stand beside her and within 15 minutes decide to return to my assigned position as back seat audience.
And although everyone says we look alike, I think Abby looks much more beautiful.
You might be thinking that I envy her but I don’t. I just wish I could be a little more special; maybe then people wouldn’t compare us as much and I could be a little more conspicuous. It’s not like I don’t have friends, I do. It’s just that they enjoy spending more time with Abby. But Abby is a very caring sister. She’s my best friend- the one who cares most about me.
I remember the day Abby left for the final rounds of the NSFC. Most of my classmates came to bid Abby goodbye with Mrs. Toby. Although she was smiling the whole time, when she hugged me she started crying. And for some reason, I couldn't control my tears either. Amid all those people we were hugging and crying for about half an hour. We had never been apart before so this seemed like an impossible task. Eventually, the final call for take-off was announced and Abby had to leave.
After arriving home, I felt so desolated. My parents had left for work, and I was the only one left home. I spent quite a few hours looking through our old pictures and recollecting all of our fun memories together.I decided to never complain about anything she did ever again. I'd also decided to be more of an extrovert from then on, Abby always asked me to be so. I played the violin for a while. This seemed to the one thing beside sketching for which I was more special.These are my hobbies.
After a month long wait, Abby was returning home.Although everyone's joy was in welcoming a silver medal champion, I was mainly overjoyed just to have my sister back home. I'd cleaned the whole house, fixing everything just the way Abby likes it - the lavender scent, a slightly cool temperature, a well lit house. I also made a blueberry cheese cake- her favourite dessert, I ordered large cheese pizzas for dinner and bought a recently released action-comedy to watch while we're dining.
Mom was supposed to pick me up on her way to the airport but when the phone rang, it wasn't mom on the other end. A police officer informed me about a slight accident that occured for which mom won't be able to pick me up before she's done with a few legal formalities. I called mom up but her number was out of reach. I called my dad- but because he was busy at work he told me to go with Mrs. Toby. Suddenly I felt so despondent, the worst possible thoughts started innundating my mind. I decided not to let these get to me and took a cab to the airport to avoid anymore dissapointment.
After waiting for what felt like hours at the airport, I eventually fell asleep there on one of the seats. At around 1 a.m., a janitor woke me up asking about my parents. But I didn't bother answering. Iwalked around aimlessly until I noticed the time. I guessed Abby must be home by now. What a messed up day! I ran to a cab and headed home. When I picked up my cell, I saw 37 missed calls- mom, dad, everyone must have been worried about where I am and what I'm doing away from home until now. But I couldn't call anyone though the network signals were too weak.
On reaching home, I noticed a police car outside- are they still busy with their 'legal formalities' over a little accident?! As I entered mom cried out and hugged me as if I had returned as a sole survivor from a ruthless war. She had clearly been crying for hours. Dad didn't look any better, his eyes were red and swollen. I searched around but didn't see Abby. I guess she was tired, probably resting now. I pushed mom aside and ran upstairs but didn't find Abby in her room. My eyes suddenly filled with tears but I tld myself, 'Maybe they postponed the flight.' I turned around and fell to my knees. I didn't want to hear mom, I didn't want to believe her.
Being at your twins funeral must be one of the most heart breaking things possible. For once I felt my urge to be unique had been fulfilled, but I didn't want it. We came to this world together and now she's gone without me. I figuered my parents would have no reason to live if I had jumped off Tonn's Cliff after the funeral, so I didn't. For once I mattered, but I didn't want to. Just my image is enough of a reminder of her. Even months later, I would go over to the airport and wait for her, maybe this is all just a mistake, maybe she is still out there, she will return. But that's just a blatant delusion to keep me going, keep me living.
I really really liked it though. The base is there and it's perfect, it's just that you need to develop it... Don't feel shy to post the improvement here on the same thread, you can let me know and I'll tell ya what you think. I do it all the time 
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