Me and Miss Perfect

Chapter 3

Yay!! I'm on chapter three!! Usually I can't get past the first chapter when I'm writing!! Im gonna try and work my way up to longer chapters!I hope you're interested in my story, please comment and let me know!!!❤

"If you can't handle my worst you sure don't deserve my best."
-Marilyn Monroe

As soon as I got home I flopped into my bed. So what if I wrinkled my dress. There was no one here to see. Not even my stupid parents, who are gone at work sixty percent of the time. It was the first day if school and they'd been gone before I even got on the bus. Oh well, who needs parents.
It was also Monday, which means they'll work late. Dinner on my own!
Yippe!! I got up and smoothed my dress out of habit. Walking to my closet I started thinking about Halston. Deep(or maybe not so deep) down I was extremely jealous.
She was just so...perfect. Seemingly without trying. Never mind, I thought to myself, I'm Alison Brooke's. I'm the one everyone thinks is perfect. I rummaged through my clothes, looking for an outfit tomorrow.
I already have everyone else wrapped around my finger, I needed something to make the new freak jealous. I pulled out my favorite designer jeans. So much better made then those tacky American Eagle jeans shed been wearing.
Okay, American Eagle was pretty nice. But these jeans were high end. Paris Hilton has a pair. Seriously, not kidding. My mom bought them for me in Los Angeles after she missed my birthday.
I then pulled out a tight fitting silver tank and a pastel pink blazer. Pairing it with silver hoop earrings and expensive booties, I laid out my outfit on my window seat. I really wanted a mannequin to plan my outfits out on. Maybe I could convince my parents to buy me one.
I then paced around my room for a little. Stripping out of my itchy dress I pulled on sweats. Again, no one here to impress. Sitting down at my vanity I studied myself in the mirror.
I had recently added extra blonde highlights into my already blonde hair. My self tanner lotion had left my face glowing bronze, even now in the start of fall. I wiped off my winged eyeliner off and scrubbed of the layer of foundation I had used to cover up the blemishes invading my face. I sighed and recited "everyone thinks your perfect" in my mind again. What a lie.
Bored, I turned on my playlist. Awkwardly dancing around my room had become like a hobby to me since my parents had become workaholics.
After six songs I plopped next to my clothes. On coincidence the song "All by Myself" came on. I almost laughed in despite of myself. The laughter quickly turned into tears. As the pathetic tears dried on my face I stared out the window and almost fell off the seat. Because there, going into the house right next to mine was Halston. Carrying boxes into the door she laughed at a man I guessed was her dad. I banged my head against the wall. This couldn't be happening. It's bad enough the freak moved into the district, now she had moved in right next to me.But, even if I didn't admit it at the time, it gave me a sliver of hope. Maybe I'd finally have someone in my life who liked me without the fancy clothes and makeup.