noelia tibideaux | d10 | FIN

I'M JUST LIKE HER. On the outside, at least. After all, we're twins. I've the same flowing, blonde hair as her. But mine is nicer. Smoothing and luscious. It's taken care of and always has been. It moves down my face, waving inwards with the crevices of my face. Ash coloured shadows are created on the sides of my cheeks where my hair blocks the sunlight. It hollows my face, making me look frail and thin. The shadows don't lie. I am nothing but a set of bones held together by a thin skin.

My eyes are the same azure blue that runs through the family. The colour expands out towards the outline of the iris where it comes to a sudden stop. The white of my eyes is pure, a reflection of my innocence. My nose is small, like a cherry. My lips are stained a pale pink which fades into my skin carefully with delight. I too am painted with fine freckles on my cheeks which can be seen in the light rays of the sun's beam. I'm your average size and weight. There's something special about that. I can't elaborate on it because there's nothing more to say.

I feel other people. I'm capable of putting myself in their shoes and feeling how they do. It's hard. I've been through many feelings myself, but none are as harsh as those felt by the people who are troubled. I've always considered myself to be effortlessly talented at doing this, however I cannot read my sister. Many people think that twins are entwined with each other's thoughts. I wish it was true because I know she's not telling our family everything.

I'm scheming and calculating. I can perform and carry out the hardest of tasks with ease. Learning comes naturally to me, understanding too. I'm usually top of my class, rising above my peers and of course, my sister, to achieve some of the greatest things. The school is proud of me, my parents too. I can't be proud of myself though, there's always more to learn. That's what I find so fascinating above this world.

I can't look at people in the same way my sister does. She's corrupt and doesn't ever see people the way they should be seen. I'm capable of doing so, though. I do not make judgments based on appearances or how someone comes across - it has to be the way they act and talk. I'm not particular good at reading people like my sister can, but I try. For me, trying isn't good enough - I ask my sister for advice but she doesn't tell me. It's a shame.

My intelligence is a gift. I'm happy with it I first discovered I was gifted and talented when I was invited to a quiz team at school. I was skeptical as to whether I should accept or not, but it turned out to be a good decision. They allowed me to grow and they watched me flourish into who I am today. I'm thankful for them. If it weren't for them I don't think I'd be half the person I am today. I think my intelligence wouldn't exist.

I love to be outside. Unlike my sister. She stays in our bedroom, reading. I like to head outside and admire nature and everything it offers us. It's beautiful. It's a shame she doesn't get to see the natural world around us. I urge her to come outside so we can be together, but she doesn't want to. I like the peacefulness that comes with being alone in parts of the district, but sometimes I long for her company so she can listen to me, with me.

I don't understand my sister. I never have, and I'd doubt I ever will. But something about her has always intrigued me.  I always knew she was different, even when we were young. I don't know if she's lying about who she is, or if who she is right now is her real self. She's confusing. One day, I hope she'll take off the cloak and reveal herself to me and let me in. But, for now she is a locked up in a cage of mystery and one day I'll find the key.