Thirty-second Prompt: Jealousy

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Lucy was never one to be jealous.

If one of her friends got a better grade, she was happy for them.

If someone had better luck than her this time, she tried again.

She always smiled and laughed and secretly hoped that she would never be jealous.

But now she was.

She wasn't jealous of a good grade, or of better luck, or anything else that she could've had.

She was jealous of Susan, of her looks.

Why wasn't she as beautiful as Susan?

If they were sisters, why didn't they look the same?

This couldn't be done with a smile or a laugh.
Lucy tried.
But she failed.

And every time she tried she remembered even more.

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"Transform my reflection.
Cast into perfection.
Lashes, lips and complexion.
Make me she, whom I'd agree holds more beauty over me."

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