Why is it always me?(Alesha) Why is it always me? I simply don't know why. I'm the one who is bullied, who is ignored, who doesn't have feelings, a nobody. My grades are decent, I can multiply and divide- so what IS the problem. Well, that's the thing. I haven't got a clue in the slightest.

I lay on the rough ground, teeth clenched, eyes closed. I felt the pain, and bore it, as the bruises started to form. They laughed, and smiled in satisfaction as I groaned. They left, just as Zainab came running.
"Aliyah! WHY do they get out just to get YOU?! Are you alright? I SAID to start standing up for yourself!"
I groaned. "I-I'm alright. Just a little dazed, nothing more."
Zainab flashed her perfect smile. "You're so brave to be able to not think much of them." She smiled, and helped me up.
Zainab is my twin sister, but we are NOT identical. I'm Podgy, but not FAT, she's perfect and pretty. She has PERFECT grades, while I'm just a little while behind. She is just perfection. I'm not.
I suppose Zainab is my very best friend, even if I'm not very popular and completely JEALOUS of her. We go everywhere together; the movies, shopping,- everywhere. It just so happened that she wanted to go to a shop that I didn't want to go to, so I waited outside. And they appeared out of the blue, eyes gleaming. I gulped.
"Hey, look, it's Fatty Aliyah! Mind she doesn't roll you over!" They started to chant 'Fatty' over and over, while I glared.
"Just bog off, why don't you!" I shouted, not really thinking about what I had just said.
They glared back, and stepped forward.
"Oh, really? FATTY just ordered something to ME. Well, we can soon sort that out," He said, and punched me in the stomach, making me topple onto the ground.
I gasped in utter pain, while they moved forward and kicked me continuously. Four year 10 kids- not really the softest beaters. I bore the pain, just moaning every now and then. When they finally did the last agonizing kick, I let out an almighty wail, and they stopped. That's when they left and Zainab came running. We just went home after that, and didn't mention it to anyone.
I just sat down and started typing my new story, about a child who was a ghost and was lonely. I had always liked reading and writing, so I was more ambitious about my future. So I was MORE than a LITTLE excited when I stumbled across a FREE story writing website. I made my account, and told Zainab. She was excited too, so we both got writing.
Both of us were obsessed with the website, and would go on every day of the week. I thought since I was the reader in the family, I'd have a tiny, little chance of finally being better than Zainab. So I was a little disappointed when her stories were a lot better than mine. However, that was only the beginning.
Zainab started spreading the word fast about the story website, but only HERS. She didn't even tell me, so they didn't know I was also writing as well. But then she wrote to Ms Reid, the head of our school, and told her ALL about the stories. She wrote back, and said she would like to have an interview for the school newspaper. I felt my insides tie up in a knot.
I kept my head down low, since I was now more unpopular than ever. I tried to tell the kids about how I wrote too, but they didn't believe me. Zainab went on with her new found fame.
I was a total nobody.
I felt a useless lump. I was hated, and was taken for granted. I hated that my best friend was so much better than me. But it was only my fault. I wished I hadn't have introduced her to the website, otherwise everything would be the same.
I guess that's just the way things turn out when you know you're second best.

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