Kindergarten Reading Help

Reality
As I sat in my room and scrolled though the pictures of me and my family from our Florida vacation that we had took during the summer. The week in Florida had flown by. Now back in the mist of all the chaos with the start of school, my sisters pulling their usual stunts, my mom freaking out about my youngest brother starting kindergarten, that week with no worries it was forever ago. But as I scrolled though the pictures I came across one of me and my sisters. The three of us smiling our identical smiles.
If a stranger had looked at this picture they would have said that me and my sisters are identical. Which is true we are, we are identical triplets. But yet that is only on the outside, on the inside we are different people.
Amber is the oldest. She’s the party girl. The sister who sneaks in at 2 in the morning drunk, high, or both. She was reckless and dangerous with her friends, but she knew how to walk the walk and talk the talk in front of our parents and others parents as well. She was a whole fifteen minutes older than Amethyst and seven minutes older than me.
Amethyst was the youngest. She is the popular one. The sister that is a total ***** at school but a sweetheart at home. She is a cheerleader, on all the committees and not to mention she is dating the quarterback on the football team. She might be the youngest but she also knows how to party.
Then there is me. Jade the middle triplet. I’m the innocent one. I don’t go to parties, I’ve never drank, smoked, or had sex. I pay attention in church, I’ve only dated a few boys all who my parents approved of. I was a overly safe driver, I never snuck out. I’ve never even rolled someone’s house. I was the one who while my parents hovered over my sisters and brother they barely paid attention to me cause they knew that I wouldn’t get in trouble or do something bad.
But on the outside me and my sisters are identical. I looked at the picture for a little while. Or at least until someone knocked on my bedroom door.
“Who is it?” I asked as I stuck the camera on my bedside table.
“Its Amber,” My sister said though the door, “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” As she entered I was shocked to see she was wearing jeans and a short shelve shirt- I was a little annoyed to notice that it was my shirt- and not her normal skimpy dresses or reveling shirts.
“What do you want?” I asked her as she came and sat on my bed next to me. She looked different somehow I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was definitely something off about her. I started to study her but then she started talking.
“I wanna talk,” She said. This had to be some other Amber than the one that lived to two feet down the hall from me. Amber never wanted to talk, she was a fabulous person, but she never ever wanted to talk. If there was something wrong her advise was “Get drunk or something, go to a party.”
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked her. She gave me a look it made me kind of nervous. Because even thought I’ve lived with her my entire life, if always felt she was better than me. It was like when you walked by the popular crowd and they gave you a once over and decided you weren’t cool enough and laughed. Like she was better at this whole being sixteen thing.
“You,” She said, shocking me to an even further expectant.
“Why do you want to talk about me?” I asked her.
This is the very beging whould you keep reading?
Its a teen love story. Kinda.
And i know its shaky but its the being i just wrote it.

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