Bad Boy Attraction

~Haisley ~

I woke up from bed, yawning as I rubbed my eyes slowly. It was the end of summer and time for school-School.

I laughed bitterly. Honestly, I hated it. Right from high school to college, school had always felt like it was a battlefield, a battle I never signed up for.

I strolled towards the mirror, my feet dragging against the cold floor. My reflection stored back at me- pale face, sleepy eyes, tangled hair. I looked like someone who had fought a storm in her sleep . the reflection seemed to beg me, not to go, to stay in the safety of my room. But I had to - not for myself, but for my parents.

"Haisley, are you in there?" My sister's voice cut through my thoughts, sharp, abrupt and impatient.

"Yeah," I muttered, fumbling for my brush as I paced round my room.

"Be quick, I don't want to be late for my classes," she said coldly, her tone dripping with irritation and hate.

Hazel.

My twin sister.

Identical, people said. But I had always felt like the lesser version - a rough sketch beside her perfect portrait.

Wasn't it supposed to be that reins shared a bond. A bond so deep that one could feel each other's pain?

That they understood each other without words?

Well not us. Not Hazel and me.

You see, Hazel didn't like me. Hate was too gentle a word - she despised me. And the worst part? I didn't even know why.

I had tried everything: talking, joking, even giving her space. But it was like trying to hug a shadow - the closer I reached, the faster she disappeared.

I sighed, strapping my bag across my shoulder and heading out of my room. The smell of buttered toast filled the air. Mom was humming softly in the kitchen, her hair tied up in a messy bun,but  still managing to look elegant even in her  

beautiful tone without even trying, she rarely cooked so why today.

"Good morning, sweetie," she greeted when she saw me,her eyes sparkling with joy.

"Morning," I mumbled, sliding into my seat at the dining table.

Hazel appeared moments later, her golden hair perfectly straightened, her makeup subtle but flawless. Even in a school uniform, she looked like she'd stepped out of a teen drama series.

"Morning, darling," Mom said to her with the same warmth she'd given me - but somehow, it always felt different, I didn't know why I felt like that.

Hazel smiled sweetly, that practiced, effortless curve of her lips that made everyone adore her. "Morning, Mom."

Our dad walked in with his newspaper tucked under his arm. "My girls, ready for a new semester?"

Hazel nodded eagerly. "Of course! I can't wait to see everyone again."

I just took a sip of juice, hoping no one would notice the silence hovering over me. I wasn't.

After breakfast, we climbed into Hazel's sleek car - another thing that screamed she's the