An invitation to the secret contest.

Anastasia's POV.

"Let go off me!" I almost screamed as I was being dragged by Lillian into a corner. She let go of me with a push.

"What's your problem?" I asked in frustration, breathing hard.

She placed her hand on her waist, looking down at me like she was used to.

"How did you manage to pull it off?" She asked with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, frowning.

She pulled my hair suddenly and pain surged throughout my head. "Let me go!" I screamed in pain but she refused and kept on dragging my hair roughly.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, you bitch! How did you get here?" She asked again, releasing my hair.

I held my head as the pain subsided. Even though I was the older one amongst us, she still always managed to make me look like the younger one. She had always gotten what she wanted – at least most of it– while I got none. That had given her a sense of superiority over me as we grew up. Besides, the fact that she was taller than me