It all started on a usual boring school day.  School had been filled with the usual boring classes, monotone speaking teachers, and equally boring people and enduring all that, well, boring stuff really takes a lot out of me.  

My sister, that lucky butt, always rode home with her latest boytoy.  She could have offered me rides but noooooo, she’s a selfish prick who loves attention and can’t stand the thought of having to share anything with me, even it it’s something as petty as giving me a ride to and from school in the same car as her boyfriend.  

You see, my sister and I are fraternal twins.

What the hell does that mean, you ask?  

Well fraternal means my dear sister and I were born the same time, but we have absolutely nothing in common.  

We don’t look anything alike.  

Honestly, I think that’s for the best.  

If I had to have my sister’s pukingly long silky hair, horribly bright, wide brown eyes, sickeningly wide, pouty cherry lips and American-like perky nose, I’d have to beat all these guys with a stick away every day for the rest of my life.  

Lucky for her, she likes that kind of attention.  

I, on the other hand, got the, how shall I delicately say, short stick of the gene pool.  Everything about me is so sadly under average.  

I have the average shoulder length black hair but the kick in the non-existent balls is that it's horribly ratty and so flaky it looks like it’s always snowing on me.   I have the average eyes with double eyelids that disappear when I get really tired or angry, a medium sized nose with an annoying bumpy ride near the top, always sickeningly chapped lips and to top it all off, I have a mild case of epistaxis, as the doctor's call it.  

In stupid terms, I get nosebleeds under certain circumstances.

Nosebleeds!  

Wow, as if I wasn't already officially labelled as those weirdos not meant to associate with too many people in high school!  

Dang, God must have a sense of humour indeed to allow my sister to 'have it all' so to speak and leave me as the Plain Jane of the family.  

Not that I believe in God anyways.  

My family’s Catholic but I prefer to be an atheist.  My grandma told me my soul was going to burn in hell for supposedly straying from the flock, insert roll eyes right here, but I’m not too worried.  

Eternal damnation in hell is the least of my priorities when you’re a teenager.  

Like, come on, who has time to really seek spiritual guidance when everyone’s too busy cramming schoolwork and other crap down your throat?  

Give me a break.  I’ll worry about my soul when the time comes.  

So here I was with my head nodding off as I rode the bus home with one of my best friends in the whole wide universe, Shim Minho.  He prefers Max since he, like everyone else it seems, has caught the craze to have a Korean and an English name.  

I'm sticking with Park Joo-Eun, thank you very much.  It may not be that pretty of a name but it's heck of a lot better than trying to remember two identities.