Fighting for....

Abby is fifteen. Her twin sister and her are toatally different. Their alaways fighting with each other. But what happens when fighting over simple stuff starts to become more serious...


2. Getting Home

Abbys POV.

I walked into my house and straight up to my room. Then I realized Allie was probably in there so I walked down to our basement I walk into this small room. The room I called my room for a few months now. Everyone else in my family hates this room but I began to like it. It had a single bed with blue covers. A small brown dresser, With my songbook under.A medium size tv. A lamp and one direction posters covered all my walls. Yeah Im a directioner I love the boys ther really awesome. But me and my twin sister Allie are totally different she likes Justin Bieber while JB is just not my type. I don’t usually hate on celebertys unless like I really think their horrible. I don’t hate on JB I mean he became pretty famous he does have talent just his music is not my style. I like Harry Styles, More than JBs music style. As you can see Harrys my favorite but I love them all so much. I also like Niall and his beautiful eyes, But cant resist the curls right? I sat on the bed and plugged my earbuds in. One Directions new single just came out a few minutes ago. I started the watch the best song ever. By the time ‘Leeroy’ was acting I was rolling on the floor with laughter.

“Hi boys” Liams voice came through my headphones I loved these boys! A few songs later I took out my diary and opened to a fresh page.

Dear Diary,                                        

Today was a normal day at school me being the loser that I am. Allie was being the popular twin sister that she is. I don’t understand we look so much alike, yet she is the prettier one the better one. Me and Allie never got along for fifteen years already. I don’t understand why everyone hates me. I look on instagram everyones with their best friends but me Im such a loser I don’t have not 1 friend. No one will ever like me.  I guess I have to get over the fact but it hurts so much. I just want to know why people think im horrible. The only thing that’s getting me through this is the boys. When I get home from school they make me laugh and smile and sing. I don’t know what I would’ve done without them the past three years. I truly love them.



I closed the leather covering and sighed. Why cant I  be like Allie even my parents like her better. I sighed again I’ll never catch up to my sister in beauty, popularity, even athletically but there is one thing Im good at… Music. Songwriting Piano guitar singing all those I was better at Allie in but nobody knows my talent it’s a secret. I heard Allie calling my name  from upstairs I sighed once again and made my way up the stairs slowly.

“Abby guess what?” I don’t want to know.

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