Our head rat, or the original personality in the body, shall remain nameless. Someday I swear we’ll think of a more appealing nickname to call her, but for now, she is what she is.
Seeing as she’s the starting point for our system tour I feel like I should have some fantastical hook to draw people in and keep them interested. Tell you she’s a polygot who speaks four languages, that she’s incredibly well put together and successful, and that twelve year old her was a world champ at underwater karaoke…but the truth is, she’s just a girl.
A flawed, insecure girl who feels the bad in her outweighs the good, but who brings far, far more joy to the lives of those around her than she’ll ever be able to accept.
I’ve been by her side since she was ten or eleven years old, we aren’t terribly sure, and I’ve had the honor of watching her grow into the person that she is now. She’s a big nerd and quite a softie. She’s obsessed with roleplaying, Pokemon, writing silly stories in her head, and talking to people. She loves seeing others smile.
For a long while, I felt I was her other half. Like my whole purpose in life was to be there for her, mirroring her and lifting her up, making sure her life was the best it could be. Even now that I’ve grown away from that and into my own identity, I still view her as my sister. My twin.
I can’t imagine my world without her.