I will ever be as good as my younger sister. She will always have more friends, always be the super star child, and always be able to hold a conversation with everyone she comes in contact with. She’ll be partying with her superficial friends and I’ll be home watching my TV and hanging out with my dogs. Our family will love her because she’s so funny and can talk about anything with anyone. Me? I’ll be sitting quietly staring out the window with blank stare. I will be just another figure in the room, unnoticed. My sister will always be better then me. But I will always be happier with myself.