special

im never told im special, unless my friends are messing with me. im not even special in that way. im a savant. a genius. it's not fun to be like this. im too pressured. the mail pile that used to be full of my sisters college mail now belongs to me. my sisters room that she left behind when she left for iowa is now my study room. my sisters old tests that sit downstairs in a bucket are what i study for fun. (not really for fun. just because i don't want to let people down.) i walk in the halls and teachers ask "how's your sister?" my sister graduated second top of her class last year. everyone knows her. i pray to the gods that they won't know me.