Mr. Perfect

Chapter 1: San Diego

Faith (P.O.V.)

San Diego, a major city in California, is very scary.

My family has moved around a lot, but this place scared me.

San Diego is a beautiful place, though.

Around summertime, the dewpoint ranges from 57.0 °F to 62.4 °F.

The neighborhood that we moved into seems like a very safe neighborhood.

Before moving here, I researched some facts about San Diego and discovered it is one of the 20th-safest cities in America.

Our house is average. Since we were a family of four, we did not need a big house.

The living room is relatively narrow, so when we were fixing the living room, I placed a table in the center with a vase of fresh flowers.

The floor is paved with green flowered bricks, so we didn't find it necessary to place a rug.

My dad put on a long brown sofa where relaxing and watching T.V. is easy.

The kitchen is beautiful because it has an open-plan design that includes the dining area.

The kitchen was combined with granite countertops, marble flooring, and glass-and-wood cabinets.

Down the hall is a laundry room with a marble tile floor.

The laundry room has storage cabinets and a granite counter for folding clothes. The washer/dryer were side by side. The laundry room also includes an iron board and ample storage.

My favorite part of the house is my new bedroom.

It is so beautiful.

The walls of my bathroom are frosted glass.

My flooring is marble, and so is the sink.

I have a bathtub and a marble and glass show.

In the closet are two walls of hanging space, a dresser, and a place for suitcases.

There is a sliding glass door that leads to the curving, glass panel balcony.

The window coverings include rolling blinds and blackout curtains to help me sleep in.

"Where is my purple tank top?" My sister Keisha asked in an annoying voice as I unpacked.

I looked up at her and saw that she was getting impatient already.

"I don't know," I replied.

She came into my room and started looking through my suitcases.

This made me angry.

What the hell did she think of herself?

"Keisha, stop!" I exclaimed. "I told you I don't know. It is probably with all your other stuff. Leave my suitcases alone!"

She stopped, facing me.

She is furious, and that's when I knew shit would be getting real pretty soon.

"Nah-uh girl, don't you dare talk to me like that!" She yelled. "I am sick and tired of you not givin' me the respect I deserve!"

She made me so angry.

She was talking like she was my boss.

"Oh really!" I exclaimed. "You expect to get respect from me when you don't know how to respect people."

Now, she's starting to fume.

I know my sister very well, and this is where she will remove her earrings.