Jessica: At the bottom of the ocean,
Victoria: reigns a sea king. He was my king.
Jessica: He was so proud, diamonds in his crown.
Victoria: He was so proud, always so proud. I'm going away, I can't stay and
Both: I hope you find out someday, Sea King, Sea King. Can't you see that you're so silly? Sea King, I know things, and without love, you won't get far.
When they sing, I can't help but smile. They harmonize and smile with each other, perfect sisters. They both have blonde hair and blue eyes, with fantastic voices and great values. Compassionate, charismatic, friendly. Funny, thin, perfect.
I envy them so much. I envy all of my sister's perfect friends. I try to impress them with cake, and scones, and jokes, but I can't win them over. I'm too young, with too many flaws and imperfections.
And one day, I tell them so.
And Victoria sits in the blue chair, looking at me, then she finally sings to me with her perfect voice even through her cold, "Can't you see that you're so silly?"
I can't.
She says, "You're one of my best friends. I don't like you for your cooking or your jokes, I like you because you make my day with little things you do. You're so sweet to me all the time. I'm so sorry if you feel excluded or like you aren't good enough for us."
It's almost too hard not to cry.
Victoria hugs me as Jessica says, "We love you, Lindsey."
I say I love them, too, and then I wake up.