Aphrodite

"You're so beautiful" I say.

She looks at me, utter radiance shining from every inch of her perfect form. Beautiful? Hardly. Gorgeous is closer to the mark.She gives me a look of pity. A look reserved for lower life forms. 

I feel anger boiling up inside me. I despise her elegance, never faltering, never messing up. Divine for all eternity. She sits on her throne of gold, and lavish dresses, strings of pearls and amber earrings are heaped up before her as offerings. None of these fineries are good enough for her sublime form, however. She deserves better, she says.

You know she can't help it. This is a new thought in my head. It makes me even angrier because I know she put it there.

"I hate you!" I scream. I can't stand the way she struts about. Compared to her I'm ugly, although compared to mortals I'm breathtaking.

"Now Persephone," she begins, cocking her head slightly, pretending to look concerned, but really attempting to allow her resplendent jewels to catch light.

"Shut up" I say, "I'm going to ask father to send me back to Hades two months early, because compared to you, he's kind!"

I stand up and storm out of the hall, allowing the heavy golden doors to slam behind me. I'm sick of my evil sister-in-law!