I was never the apple of the eye or the centre of attraction. I was always just the lonely wallflower, the silent observer, the invisible passer-by. I was always at the side-lines, never was the ring leader. I was just a mere foil, divested of spotlight, dispossessed of my own light.

                 In a world where prominence was a game, I was the dull younger sister, who had nothing but books as my friends. I was the illegitimate younger sister, what could I do? No one would spare their time on me. Behind the lenses of those black frames was the girl who's striving hard to fit in but was never enough to be in. I was the million shades of black in my sister's perfect hue of life. I could never be someone like her.

                 Everybody looked at her with admiration, never did anyone glance at my way. Even the only person I ever looked at was always seeking her, he who I had only loved, never once did put his attention on me.I wanted to hate her but she was too nice to be hated upon. I desired to be better but she was too perfect that even her single flaw was better than I could ever be.

                     I was intelligent, always at the top of class, a cream of the crop but she was excellent. She was by far more intelligent and prettier, a social butterfly, sweet and nice, gregarious but level headed. I was never one of those.

                    That's why I built a bubble of my own. Not letting anyone in.

                    I was just so insecure of her. I envy her.

                    I was after all the shadow of her perfections.

Characters:

Park Seohyun/ Seo Ju Hyun  -  17, Park household's illegitimate child. Always the wallflower, the passive one, for she was very insecure of her older sister, who was the legitimate heiress of her family. She never once looked at her own achievement because was seeking herself through her sister's shadow every time.

Lu Han - 18, the only heir of one of the wealthiest and most affluent families in Korea. Soccer team's ace player and he’s one of the sought after students in his school. Stealthily interested with one of the Park family's daughters. But the question was, who was it?

Park Cho Rong - 17, the perfect older sister. She’s the epitome of everything good in this world. She was Park family's only legitimate daughter. She had everything one could ever wish for. Intelligence, wealth and a pretty face, but she was never happy; she was lonely amidst all the people admiring her.

Oh Sehun - 17, the mysterious transfer student. One could never guess what's in his head. Spontaneous and unyielding but was a very good follower. He had surprisingly developed interest with the Park household’s youngest daughter, Seohyun.

Jung Da Eun - 17, Seohyun's childhood friend, a supportive best friend. Bold and long-winded but always the best listener for Seohyun. She was Seohyun's complete opposite but that didn't hinder her from befriending her.

Other Characters:

Some EXO, APINK, 2EYES and SNSD members. Others

2EYES

                        | Lee Hyang Sook |                 | Kim Hye Lyn |                    | Lee Da Som |              | Kim Yeon Jun |

APINK

                      | Yoon Bo Mi  |                  | Jung Eun Ji |                  |   Kim Nam Joo |                | Son Na Eun |                 |  Oh Ha Young |

                     I could still remember the day the Park family took me in, rather, was sold off to them. It was just sheer luck that I was a child of a well-off family, oh, let me re-phrase it, an illegitimate child of a well-off family. But I couldn't say I was entirely lucky, because ever since I stepped inside the big gates of their extravagant house, I was greatly reminded of how small I was, how powerless I was, how unfitted I was. I was the unwanted child after all.

            "Seohyun" my mother called me an unfamiliar name, so I tried correcting her but she shook her head in dismissal not listening to any word I said.

           "Park Seohyun, from now on your name is Park Seohyun." She clasped my small shoulders with her thin wrinkled hands smiling even though I could see tears welling in her heavily creased eyes.

           "But mama my name is Ju Hyun, Seo Ju Hyun." I spelled my name out, emphasizing every letter of it as if it would  insult me if I didn't do so.

   But again, she shook her head and this time she hugged me tightly, crying in my shoulders, wetting the tattered clothes I was wearing. Then she faced me again.

"Ju Hyun, you're a good girl right?" she asked and I nodded even though I didn't know what's the purpose of her asking me that.

"'Then you'll listen to mama alright?" She stopped for a while looking at my expression and continued talking.

"Our little Sojung is sick and she badly needs an operation right away." I was only eight and I didn't know the weight of the conversation we were having but I could feel it was something heavy.

"We badly need money and mama contacted daddy for help" ‘My ears perked up upon hearing the word daddy. I have never seen him and my mother didn't like talking about him either.

"But mama, you said he's already dead. How can you contact him and ask for help?" I asked with pure innocence.

"No, Ju Hyun, your daddy isn't dead. He's alive."

"You lied mama, you lied." I accused, my voice was louder than ever.

"Sshhh, listen to me, Ju Hyun." she hugged me but I was pulling her away.

"I know I lied and I'm sorry for that baby, but listen to me first." she released me and made me face her again.

"Your daddy wants to see you and he agreed on funding Sojung's operation if I let you stay with them." I softened a bit; I could feel my mother shaking and the desperation in her voice was evident.

                      I didn't know why but because of the anguish I heard from my mother's voice I said I would do it. I said I would stay with my father. I loved my mother and Sojung more than anyone in this world and I couldn't afford being selfish when I knew I could do something.

                         I stood in front of a towering gate; it was so high and big that I couldn’t make out anything past it. I was in a white dress my mother bought the other day from a second hand store two blocks away from our house.

                 "Let's go?"  A woman held my hand as she guided me inside the big gate. When I stepped inside the gate, I felt like I walked inside a different world. I was in awe and shock. It was different from my old ragged house, it was beautiful beyond words. The whole place was so big that the lawn itself was five times bigger than my home. The stairs were made of marble; the walls had intricate designs and ornaments on it. The floor was carpeted; I had never seen one before.

                  Everything was beautiful and I felt I wasn't fitted in this house. My white dress couldn't even match up to the beautiful pearl coloured curtains by the windows. I felt small, I hang my head low but the scenery of the ugly over used shoes I was wearing worsen the situation.

                  I was close to tears, I felt I that I wasn't apt here, that I looked worse than anything ugly in the house, if there's any. I suddenly stopped on my tracks when I saw someone blocking my way. I looked up at her and surely, I felt worst. In front of me, was a girl about my age with a beautiful smile plastered on her face. Her eyes were big like a doll's but hers were lively and sparkling.Full of innocence and gentleness. Her high bridged nose looked proportional to her small face. I felt a sudden surge of envy upon seeing her.

"Are you Seohyun?" she said excitedly or was I getting it wrong?

"Y-yes" I stuttered.

"I'm Chorong! Nice to meet you." she grabbed both my hands and shook it the same way they do when shaking hands, only it was just her doing the shaking. I took my hands away and she looked hurt. I felt bad doing that.

"M-my hands are dirty." I reasoned out.

She then smiled and held my hands again.

"I'm happy that you came. Finally, I have my own little sister. I hope we'll be good sisters." Her tender voice was like honey to my ears. So sweet and gentle.

"I-I---" I wasn’t able to finish my sentence when she pulled me to her pretty room.

From that day on, I felt inferior, I felt even smaller, even more powerless, even more unfitted. She was a million times better than I was. And that wasn’t even her fault.