“She’s, like, wicked irritating. Literally.” Nevelyn had been ranting nonstop to her mother and father for at least twenty minutes, but they just didn’t understand. Her newfound twin’s recent performance at the MTV VMA’s had everyone talking Yoncé. She was ready to stab the next person to even mention ‘The Queen’. “All she ever does is soak up the attention and publicity. She’s not even, like, that good of a singer!”

“Stop whining,” her mother let out a disgruntled sigh. “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing we can do for you. Why do you have such a problem with her? You two barely know one another!”

“Maybe you should hang around Bey more, that way you’d be less-”

Slam! Nevelyn quickly shut her laptop, cutting off her father’s sentence and the Skype call. She had had enough of being compared to her goddess of a sibling. Infuriated, she whipped her phone out of her pocket with malicious intent and opened Twitter. Nevelyn typed out everything she despised about her twin; her fingers moved faster than the speed of light. It was nearly impossible that she was able to infuse so much hate into only 140 characters. When she felt she had perfected her diatribe, Nevelyn devilishly posted her paragraph and went to bed, sleeping well knowing it would be a number of hours before she had successfully destroyed her sibling’s character.