She was sat on the train, fighting with everything in her to not look back at the life she was leaving behind.

She tried to not think of her twin sister, because thinking of to think of Melanie was to think of herself.

Melanie was her other half, they were practically the same person.

Except for one thing.

She was a coward, running from the small town she grew up in to go to New York City and pursue a career in acting and Melanie was being the good daughter, staying home to care for their ill mother.

Melanie was a good person and she was not.

Of course, this shouldn’t have come as a shock to anyone.

After all, comparisons had been made of the two girls their whole lives.

“Melanie will have a handsome husband one day. She is sensible and knows how to run a household”, their grandmother had once said, “but that Alexandra, I’m afraid she’s far to flighty. I don’t think she’ll amount to much.”

That was Alexandra.

The flighty one of the pair.

She tried to be sensible, she really did.

But it didn’t work.

It seemed that she always would have to live with the fact that Melanie was the better of the two.

Hey, at least she’d have fun in New York.

Here’s a little story I wrote when bored!