Freaky Friday Gone Wrong

I despise you and wish you'd never been my sister. You wouldn't comprehend the depth of my suffering, for your life seems flawless. Ayra shouted angrily. Alice tried to dismiss the word "hate," reminding herself that people often say things they don't mean in the heat of the moment. "Do you really believe my life is perfect?" she thought. "Be my guest, then. Experience my so-called 'perfect' life. Walk in my shoes." Ayra mumbled under her breath as she walked away, frustrated. "Always running away from confrontation. They always praise you, Alice. The intelligent one Mom adores. But you're the one who has the so-called perfect life." Surprised by the pain she saw etched on Alice's face for the first time, instead of her usual bored demeanor, Ayra hesitated. She wondered if maybe her sister wasn't as unaffected as she pretended. "Perhaps I am," Ayra acknowledged, her thoughts swirling.