Kimberly

I’ve always had a crush on my twin sister’s fiancé—Richard. I’ve always been right in the center of their love story because I was there when it all began, back in grade twelve. I remember the bonfire night vividly—the music, the crowd cheering, the way he smiled at her when he dropped to one knee and asked Julie to be his girlfriend. I had to pretend I wasn’t breaking inside.

Richard. The face of the school. The boy everyone wanted, our very own rockstar. I joined the ...