My Twin Was Their Masterpiece. I Was the Control.

Claire and I were twins, but our parents raised us like a control group. She became the elite child built on endless resources, while I became the independent sample locked away in a shed behind the house. On our fourteenth birthday, she blew out candles in the main house, while I begged for help in a shed with a leaking heater. But every cry for help cost me independence points. In the end, our parents finally got the data they wanted: Experiment complete.