“Get up you lazy girls!” I shot up from my bed terrified, only to find mom scowling at us. There is one thing common between me and Myrah, both of us hate waking up early irrespective as to what time we slept at.

        “Five minutes more, please.” Both Myrah and I groaned only to be greeted by a sharp pull from mom. I don't know whether its only with her or every mother in this world turns into superhuman in the morning. I stood properly with sleepy eyes and helped Myrah to the washroom.

       Usually, we had to wake up early than the other students because Myrah took time to get ready and my parents felt that it would be injustice with her if she wakes up earlier than me. Strange, that my twin is the villain of my life.

        After both of us got ready, I tied my shoelaces and complained while tying hers'. Then I started walking towards the bus stop without waiting for Myrah. I am always grumpy in morning and I didn't want to make my mood worse by staying by her side.
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        After helping Myrah with the stairs, we finally reached our classroom and sat in our alloted places. I rolled my eyes as I saw everyone adjusting their desks just to give more space to Myrah. While I myself pushed the boy who sat in front of me to make a little space for myself to sit.

       After few hours of torment of studies, the long awaited lunch break arrived and I rushed out of  the class to play basketball but unfortunately someone bumped into me hard while I was about to put the ball inside the basked and I fell face first towards the floor but the most annoying thing was that I missed the basket.

       “Be carefully Myrah!” One of my classmates exclaimed while Myrah tried to walk towards me. But I held my thumbs up telling her that I was okay even though my stomach hurt badly. This was ridiculous! It was me who got hurt and people are worried about her walking towards the play area. Oh God! How weak she was!

       Anyhow, I managed to get up and make my way towards the nursing room. I just wanted a bandaid since my knees were bruised pretty badly. But I am not like my whining sister, I am strong and I almost fell regularly.

       “Mom, I am home.” I announced after reaching home. I turned around to find Myrah limping towards the couch were she sat down. While mom came to us and said,“Sarah, please bring groceries while coming back from your football practice.” Atleast she had the modesty to say ‘Please’.

      But it still drove me up up the wall and I started throwing a tantrum,“Why should I always do all these things?! You don't care that how tired I get from all these. You only care about Myrah and she happily accepts all the sympathy. Would you ever try to understand me?!” I was wailing by the end of my tantrum. I snatched the money and the shopping bag from mom and stormed out of the house, while mom and Myrah stood in the living room paralyzed.

       I was exasperated  and I could seriously feel as if my blood was boiling in my veins. I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not realised a car honking behind me and that Satan like driver drove through my body. I fell flat to the ground and saw black spots dancing in front of my eyes. Each and every cell of my body was in agony but I was unable to scream. I could feel my consiousnes draining out of me and in less than a minute I was engulfed in darkness.