In Her Sister's Shadow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story about a girl who has always been secondary to her sister.

Submitted: May 31, 2009

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Submitted: May 31, 2009



The first day of school was always horrible. Especially for Sadie. It was even worse when she had to go to a new school and it was the first day of school.

Sadie hated moving so much but she was glad that they decided to settle in a cold place. She always liked the winter and the cold. Once they moved to the islands and she thought she was going to die.

Maggie on the other hand loved moving. Well, that’s what her sister thought. Sadie always envied Maggie for her outstanding ability to fit in and make friends with the most popular people. Sadie didn’t want to be friends with the popular crew—on the contrary. She just hoped that she could for once be someone with friends and not the loner. But no matter how hard she tried, it seemed as if people purposely shunned her. Maybe she looked like the loner type so people tried to keep it that way. Maybe it was all in her mind.

Maggie and Sadie were almost complete opposites. They were both sixteen and in the eleventh grade but that was because they were twins. But they weren’t identical—they were fraternal. Maggie had bleach blonde hair and blue eyes, while Sadie had auburn hair and hazel eyes. Maggie looked exactly like their mom, and Sadie resembled her father more. Not only were there physical differences, but there were personality differences too, and then of course there were differences in the likes and dislikes department. Sadie was responsible and always had a book in her hands. Maggie could be very reckless and cared more about make-up and friends. Sadie was quiet and Maggie was not. The list could go on forever and ever.

The school that they were going to was a private school and that meant uniforms. Sadie watched as Maggie instructed their mom to make the skirt that they bought shorter. As if it wasn’t short enough! Sadie hated showing her skin and wondered how Maggie could stand to be so exposed.

The skirt ended up reaching halfway of Maggie’s thighs. Sadie bought the longest skirt there was but it was only right below her knees. She wished that she could make hers longer, just how Maggie made hers shorter. But of course she could not and she had to be content with what she had. Sadie wasn’t a complainer, so her parents didn’t even know that she didn’t like the skirt.

The first day at a new school started exactly how Sadie anticipated it to. Maggie immediately separated from Sadie and Sadie went to an almost empty table. The few occupants paid no attention to her and continued to do what they were originally doing.

She sat down and took out her book to read. Sadie was a very enthusiastic reader (an addict, you could say) and read at every opportunity. Whether it was loud or quiet didn’t bother her. Once Sadie slipped into the depths of a book, she could ignore almost anything. She loved exploring different worlds and lives, but she really loved reading about the out of the ordinary things, like mythology. Mythology has continued to fascinate her.

It seemed like Sadie just started reading when the bell rang, indicating that it was time to go to your first class. She glanced at Maggie and saw that she already made herself at home. She was laughing and chatting animatedly as if she knew those girls since kindergarten. They looked like cheerleaders and sitting at the table right next to theirs were the jocks. Well, they looked like jocks. Looks can sometimes be deceiving.

Sadie pulled out her schedule and walked into the building, hastily trying to find her class without anyone’s assistance. She glanced at Maggie and saw that one of the jocks personally escorted her. Sadie felt, for the first time, something like hate settling in her chest and she clenched her teeth. Why did Maggie always get the attention? Sadie thought icily. Even in their own home, their parents continuously adored and fulfilled Maggie’s every wish while they left Sadie to fend for herself. She was always second when Maggie was around. Always ignored. Always shunned. Never loved. She wished that for once in her life, someone would care for her more than Maggie. But of course that wish was quickly driven out of her mind—no one will ever care for her.

She exhaled deeply and asked the nearest person for some aid.

“Excuse me. Where’s the English room?” she asked with her most pleasant voice and a friendly smile.

The girl simply pointed to an open door and didn’t even bother to smile back, but Sadie still thanked her.
She hurriedly walked to the door, but it didn’t make any sense to because she was the first in there anyway. When she entered through the door, the teacher looked up. He was a Caucasian male with the most eccentric light blue eyes she had ever seen and jet black hair. He looked like he just came out of college. Twenty-three perhaps.
He smiled when he saw her and said with a pleasant deep voice, “Thank you for deciding to come to my class on-time. Just because I don’t give out detentions, people choose to come to class late.”

“Um… you’re welcome?” I answered pathetically.

He smiled again and said, “Since you came first, you get first pick. In my class there are no seating arrangements.”
She nodded and walked to the back row and halted, deciding if she should take the right corner desk or the left. She chose the left, walked to it and sat down. She pulled out her book and through her peripheral vision she saw the teacher looking at her curiously. She didn’t know his name yet but was too shy to ask, so she just waited for the rest of the class to file in. Surly he’ll introduce himself.

She saw her sister walk into the room with the guy who escorted her. The teacher didn’t even pay them any attention and they just took their seats. Deep down inside of her, she was glad that he greeted her and not her sister. But she immediately scolded that feeling. How could I feel that way? she thought.

Soon after, everyone else came in and took their seats. Then, the teacher stood up and introduced himself as she anticipated.

“Hello everyone. It’s good to see you guys. I remember most of you from last year. I think we only have two new students,” he started while stroking his chin. “Well, I’m Mr. Stanley and I teach English, obviously. Any questions?” He looked around as if detecting a question from some source but no one raised their hand.

Sadie saw Maggie stare at Mr. Stanley intently, absorbing his every feature. Looks like she has a new crush, Sadie thought and immediately hated the idea of Maggie having a crush on him. Why? Did she have a crush on him? She hoped that she didn’t. After all, he was their teacher. It’d be wrong for Sadie to have any feelings for him.
The class went on and soon finished. Then, Sadie had to go to Mathematics. Luckily, she didn’t have that class with Maggie.

Sadie could barely recall what happened from after Math to lunchtime. The day seemed to be passing her by. She sat at the same table as before but the occupants didn’t want her there this time.

“Do you mind?” a girl asked with a glare at Sadie.

She looked around and saw that all of the other tables were occupied and she guessed that no one else would want her there, so she went back inside. There was nowhere where she could eat inside the building and she hoped that she could find a spot or she might have ended up eating in the bathroom.

She passed Mr. Stanley in the hallway and he stopped.

“Looking for some place to eat?” he asked knowingly. “Don’t worry about it. You can eat in my room. I had the same problem and I always ate in the bathroom, which is not the most appetizing to eat.”

She smiled and nodded gratefully. “Thank you,” she said and followed him to his classroom.

He sat in his chair and Sadie in a seat where there was a great view through a window. Even though the scene the window showed wasn’t that interesting, she stared at the sight, not seeing it at all. People called this staring into space.
After several moments of silence Mr. Stanley asked, “So how do you like the school so far?” and she nearly jumped out of her skin. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized.

“Oh, it’s okay,” she said and offered a timid smile. “Um, the school is fine. I just wish that people accepted me like they accepted my sister.” She tried to make it sound humorous when in reality, it wasn’t and she smiled again, not knowing what else to do.

Mr. Stanley furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “You have a sister?”

“Yeah,” she answered. “Maggie.”

“Oh that’s your sister?” he asked. “I would have never guessed.”

“It doesn’t matter. Most people don’t see the resemblance,” she said, wondering what resemblance she was talking about.
“Well, you guys are in the same grade. Twins?”

“Yes. Fraternal.”

“Oh okay. That’s interesting. I didn’t know that twins of the same gender could be fraternal.” He looked up and seemed to be contemplating something. Probably the idea of fraternal twins. “Well, enough on that subject,” he said, closing that conversation. “Have you always have the ‘being accepted’ issue? I know I have.”

“Um, yeah, pretty much. Maggie always had no trouble fitting in, but me on the other hand…” she started. “Well, I’ve never really had a friend before.”

He nodded. “I understand, though I didn’t have a brother. I was an only child and it was just Mom and I. I guess you can say that I’m a Mama’s boy,” he said while flashing a wide smile at the last words. “So do you and your sister have a good relationship?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Are you guys the type who share every secret?”

“Uh, no. Definitely not. We’re very distant from each other.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. I always wanted a sibling. Do you have any others?”

“None that I know of.”

“Okay. So… do you feel any hate towards your sister?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, today in class, you were staring at her pretty angrily. Did you have a fight?”

“Um, no.”

She looked down, blushing. Was she actually glaring at her sister? She sure didn’t mean to. Do I hate her? She anxiously thought. I don’t want to hate my sister.

She contemplated it deeply, thinking about every detail she could recall of their lives. Maggie hasn’t done anything to make me hate her, she thought. So why do I?

There was no doubting it now. She, Sadie Christian, hated her sister, Maggie. With a passion. Now, that she thought about it, mixed feelings of anger and loathing erupted inside of her and a grimace overtook her features. Mr. Stanley gazed at her intently, probably wondering what she was thinking about.

“Yes,” she stated firmly. “I do feel hate towards her.”

The rest of the conversation was just about how bad it is that she felt that way. Eventually, they moved on to a different topic and eventually, lunch ended. The rest of the day went by in a flash and Sadie had her mind set on fixing the problem.

She hated being secondary. She hated being ignored. She hated her life. She hated Maggie. She hated herself for feeling this hate. The detestation boiled up inside of her. She felt as if she was on fire, her heart the hottest. Anger was breaking free from its chains and hate was helping to liberate it. The anger must be contained, she thought, but then shoved the thought aside into the deepest, darkest corner of her mind. But most of all, she absolutely and completely despised constantly being in the shadows—in her sister’s shadow.

Before she knew it she was home. Home alone with her sister. All decent thoughts evaporated from her mind and she just acted, not thinking.

She grabbed the biggest knife in their kitchen—it was a butcher’s knife—and ran up the stairs, wanting to take immediate action. She hid the knife behind her back and opened Maggie’s door. She was talking on the phone.

“Get out!” she yelled.

But Sadie had no intentions of listening to a word her sister said. She walked straight up to her sister’s bed with a glare and her sister returned it.

“I hate you!” Sadie screamed and plunged the knife into her sister’s heart.

Only after her doing did she realize what she had done. She pulled out the knife and embrace her sister’s cold, dead body. With Maggie’s blood on her hands, she hastily devised a plan of action.

She then went to Maggie’s desk, pulled out a piece of paper and wrote, “I’m sorry. –Sadie”. She put the paper on her sister’s bedside table and left.

No one ever saw Sadie again.

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