God... look at him. Just seeing him makes my blood boil. I try to not let it get to me. My friends just tell me to ignore him, to stop obsessing over him. How can I? His mere presence in a room demands attention. I know I'm not the only one. The way women throw themselves at him is more than enough evidence of that. What does he have that I don't? We share the same dark curly hair. The same blue eyes. We're even the same height. Genetics will do that I suppose. So why is my little brother so much... better than me?

Despite my best attempts, I can never get my hair to fall quite as neatly as his. I've even taken to using the product he buys. Nothing. His skin is clearer, his teeth are whiter and more straight, he even maintains a better physique than me. Why was he blessed with all of this? He gets to live life on easy mode, while I have to work to achieve anything.

I know I should be grateful for what I have. Whenever I'm not thinking about him, I am. I have good grades, a generous scholarship lined up, and a girlfriend that loves me. My life would be great if I didn't have to live in his shadow. But the comparisons are inevitable. Our parents claim to not show favoritism, but it is clear who they prefer. He gets nicer clothes, they attend every game he plays in, he even maintains their undivided attention when we sit down for dinner together, recounting the latest game-winning play. My counselor tells me that I need to speak up more if I want the same level of attention, but what's the point? I know they'd choose him over me.

People always point out how much he and I look alike. They say it is so obvious we are brothers. They have to be mocking me. They'd never outright say it, but I know what they're thinking. He's clearly the better of the two of us.