Perfect

Chapter one

My eyes fill up with tears and I try not to blink as I wave and watch my mother drive away. My stomach is full of anxiety and I feel physically sick anticipating the day ahead of me.

My long blonde hair is blowing in the wind and I fumble in my bag for a hair tie. Pulling my hair back into a low pony tail, setting myself up for the day ahead of me.

"You can do this Lucy" I tell myself.

Everyday my mother would drop me at my friends house so we could walk to school together, I think she thought I actually liked walking to school with Elsie, my first secondary school friend but oh how wrong she was.

I begin to shakily walk to Elsie front door, as I'm about to knock my hand freezes and thoughts of running away and never looking back flash through my mind. I could end this, end it all right now, no more pain no more suffering. I picture my mothers face and am filled with guilt, I couldn't do it to her subject her to that much pain.

I have known Elsie since year 7, the first day of school they paired us up together to help guide each other round the new, huge , daunting school. Elsie was really funny and I really enjoyed spending time with her, that was until I really got to know her. She is a tall, very pale girl with long dark brown hair. She was pretty and she knew it. She got a lot of attention from boys and she loved it.

I knock at the door and within seconds Elsie pulls it open staring at me. Fuck I think to myself, she looks really pissed off. What did I do? Did I forget something? Have I done something? Why is she so mad? All these thoughts cross mind and I feel hot and trembly and full of fear.

"Get in, you take ages everyday, you are so selfish Lucy" she shouts.

"Sorry, I thought I was on time' I reply.

"I needed you to straighten my hair but you was to busy getting yourself ready. I mean what do you even do in the morning you don't wear any make up or make any effort. In fact you just look a mess" she yells.

"I'm sorry, I will make sure I'm earlier tomorrow so I can do it" I say.

"ha, no you will do it now"

"But we will be late, won't we?"

"I don't care" she snaps.

Reluctantly I make my way upstairs to help Elsie straighten her hair. Knowing we are now going be late for school. I might be 15 but I still fear the teacher telling me off for not showing up to lessons on time. I was sure that I would rather be told off by the teacher than be in Elsies bad books. I'd been in her bad books before and it's somewhere I definitely don't want to be again.

Elsie passes me the straighteners and sits in front of me. I don't own a pair of these, my sister does though I have never used them. I have learnt how to use them over the years from straightening Elsies hair. She was so picky, if one hair was out of place it would be my fault and she would make sure I knew it.

"There, all finished" I say.

Elsie looks at herself in the mirror and smiled at her own reflection, obviously happy with how she looks. She turns and looks at me.

"You really should make more of an effort, you don't have a clue about make-up, hair or fashion. You should start applying some make-up cover up them disgusting freckles you have. Perhaps then boys would ask you out"

My stomach sinks again, I want to run out of here and cry, tell Elsie how vile she is to me and how I deserve a nicer friend than her. But I can't, I won't so I just stand here smiling but dying inside.

I never wanted to wear make up. My mother always tells me I don't need to plaster myself in it and that I am beautiful, just as I am. I mean all mothers probably say that to their children but I know my mum means it, she really does think I'm the most beautiful girl in the world as well as my sister of course.

I Certainly do not need nor want any male attention, I had been with my childhood sweetheart Arthur since I was 12 and we were very happy together. We lived in the same village and had known each other since we was 3. Our friendship has blossomed into a relationship after years of making memories and our families being so close.

Arthur didn't go to my school and I am glad really. I imagine Arthur at my school, I don't think he would like it, I can't see him settling in. He is a respectable boy and that was completely the opposite of any of the boys in my year. Arthur went to a different school not to far from here, his parents had always wanted him to go to Litchwood High School as it had the best ofsted report. Arthur is a sweet boy, very popular and very handsome. He was likeable and people just instantly grew fond of him, he has a charm about him that is just warming. He is tall and well built, his hair is longer than most, blonde and a little shaggy, he has piercing blue eyes that I get lost in every time I look into then and a body to die for. He is incredible hot, but not cocky with it like most.

I thought at some point during secondary school he would meet some drop dead gorgeous girl and break up with me but he hasn't.
I know deep down he can do better than me, he gets asked out by girls a lot but always turns them down. Often he shows me DMS from girls from his school and laugh about how there was nobody else out there for him but me. Every time it would fill me up with more confidence, knowing he laughs at anyone who even tries with him and he is only focused on us. He makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, I truly love Arthur and know there is nobody else out there for me.