Feeling Things I've Never Felt; hc_bingo
Title: Feeling Things I've Never Felt
Fandom: High School Story
Prompt: Mistaken Identity
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 555
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Summary: She was always in her sister's shadow.
AN: Honestly, I burned myself out doing that Pokemon fic, so this is short. Title comes from "The Wizard and I" from Wicked.
It was interesting, this school her sister was helping out. From the rumors she managed to hear, her sister was in charge of everything at the school, and she couldn’t help but smile bitterly at that.
Her perfect sister was in charge-as always.
She couldn’t help but thinking that any she did would pale in comparison to whatever her sister did.
“Hey, Allie!”
She closed her eyes to stop the tears from forming. He wasn’t the first person today to call her Allie, and he wouldn’t be the last.
She could count on one hand how many people remembered her (and not her sister), and she’d still have fingers left over.
She could have corrected them, but she learned early on that it didn’t matter-they would always get her name wrong. She didn’t understand how. Her name, Michelle, wasn’t hard to remember. She didn’t even think she looked that similar to beautiful, perfect Allie.
Turning the corner, she nearly bumped into a guy.
“Oh, sorry, Allie.”
She smiled weakly, not saying anything. Instead, she turned around and went back to where she knew she’d be left alone.
It would’ve been fine having a perfect sister had she not been in her shadow. Her beautiful sister who could sing like an angel and was friendly and outgoing and everything Michelle wasn’t but wanted to be.
At least her parents didn’t mistake her for her sister-although Michelle felt like they wished she was more like Allie.
She always came second to her perfect sister. Teachers that had Allie always compared her to her older sister, her friends complained that she wasn’t like her sister (and she broke off those friendships), and peers commented that it was hard to believe they were related.
She knew that they didn’t mean to hurt her-that they genuinely didn’t know how much it hurt-but that didn’t stop it from hurting.
She stifled her hurt by burying it. She didn’t allow herself to dwell on it-she didn’t allow herself to think about how her perfect sister ruined everything for her. She didn’t think about how anything she did would always be shadowed by her older sister.
The only friend she kept from her childhood-Marisa-knew that she didn’t like being compared to Allie, and so she kept her mouth shut about her older sister. Marisa didn’t really understand why her relationship with Allie was strained, but she didn’t know how she could explain it to someone who was extremely close to their family.
She knew that she should bring it up to someone-maybe her parents who claimed to love her as much as they loved Allie-but it was hard to get the words out. A part of her felt like she deserved this.
Maybe if she was as good as Allie, she would be memorable as someone other than “Allie’s younger (useless) sister”. Maybe if she spoke up, maybe if she didn’t allow herself to be kept under her sister’s shadow, she would be memorable as Michelle and not “Allie 2.0”.
She wrapped an arm around herself, covering her face with her long, dark hair. For this moment, she would allow herself to dwell on those negative thoughts. But after this, she’d fake being happy again and let people assume that she was okay.
Fandom: High School Story
Prompt: Mistaken Identity
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 555
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Summary: She was always in her sister's shadow.
AN: Honestly, I burned myself out doing that Pokemon fic, so this is short. Title comes from "The Wizard and I" from Wicked.
It was interesting, this school her sister was helping out. From the rumors she managed to hear, her sister was in charge of everything at the school, and she couldn’t help but smile bitterly at that.
Her perfect sister was in charge-as always.
She couldn’t help but thinking that any she did would pale in comparison to whatever her sister did.
“Hey, Allie!”
She closed her eyes to stop the tears from forming. He wasn’t the first person today to call her Allie, and he wouldn’t be the last.
She could count on one hand how many people remembered her (and not her sister), and she’d still have fingers left over.
She could have corrected them, but she learned early on that it didn’t matter-they would always get her name wrong. She didn’t understand how. Her name, Michelle, wasn’t hard to remember. She didn’t even think she looked that similar to beautiful, perfect Allie.
Turning the corner, she nearly bumped into a guy.
“Oh, sorry, Allie.”
She smiled weakly, not saying anything. Instead, she turned around and went back to where she knew she’d be left alone.
It would’ve been fine having a perfect sister had she not been in her shadow. Her beautiful sister who could sing like an angel and was friendly and outgoing and everything Michelle wasn’t but wanted to be.
At least her parents didn’t mistake her for her sister-although Michelle felt like they wished she was more like Allie.
She always came second to her perfect sister. Teachers that had Allie always compared her to her older sister, her friends complained that she wasn’t like her sister (and she broke off those friendships), and peers commented that it was hard to believe they were related.
She knew that they didn’t mean to hurt her-that they genuinely didn’t know how much it hurt-but that didn’t stop it from hurting.
She stifled her hurt by burying it. She didn’t allow herself to dwell on it-she didn’t allow herself to think about how her perfect sister ruined everything for her. She didn’t think about how anything she did would always be shadowed by her older sister.
The only friend she kept from her childhood-Marisa-knew that she didn’t like being compared to Allie, and so she kept her mouth shut about her older sister. Marisa didn’t really understand why her relationship with Allie was strained, but she didn’t know how she could explain it to someone who was extremely close to their family.
She knew that she should bring it up to someone-maybe her parents who claimed to love her as much as they loved Allie-but it was hard to get the words out. A part of her felt like she deserved this.
Maybe if she was as good as Allie, she would be memorable as someone other than “Allie’s younger (useless) sister”. Maybe if she spoke up, maybe if she didn’t allow herself to be kept under her sister’s shadow, she would be memorable as Michelle and not “Allie 2.0”.
She wrapped an arm around herself, covering her face with her long, dark hair. For this moment, she would allow herself to dwell on those negative thoughts. But after this, she’d fake being happy again and let people assume that she was okay.