Sage Rose Parker, a seventeen almost eighteen year old girl getting ready for college with her two friends.
Having the world on her shoulders and her past in her mind she's down to break.
An alcoholic as a mother and an abusive father in jail didn'...
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Perfect ====================================
I was never perfect; Knotted hair and bad skin I could never be perfect I took my mirror off the wall I couldn't stand the sight of my own face "Why couldn't I be perfect"
I saw girls in magazines with Long hair, glowing skin, and flawless makeup.
Everyone loved them, they were perfect I wanted to be just like them To be perfect like them
So I combed my hair Did my makeup I put back the mirror My hair; there was barely any left My face; I looked beaten with tears rolling down my face.
"I just wanted to be perfect" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Red is definitely your color, babe," Jade smiles as I walk out in one of her red satin bodycon dresses. "Do a spin for me." She grins, grabbing my hand and twirling me around as she whistles, making me laugh. "If Owen doesn't work out, I'm always single," she adds with a wink, making me laugh harder as I turn to the mirror, looking at myself.
Not bad...I felt pretty, though a little short.
"I'll let you know, darling." I chuckle, "Now go change so we aren't late." I say with a small smile.
"Yes, yes, I know I'm going." She rushes out, walking to my bathroom with a black dress in her hands.
"Should I straighten my hair or curl it?" I call out to Jade, trying to fluff it out as I sit on my vanity.
"Definitely straighten it." She grins, walking out of the bathroom and doing jazz hands. "Do we like?" Jade asks, spinning around twice to give me a full view.
I give her a bright smile and nod. "You look hot—though...I need that workout routine like, now."
"You know damn well the only working out I do is walking downstairs to your kitchen," she laughs, making me groan and roll my eyes.
"Seriously, I feel like you only come over here to eat my food." I grumble, grabbing my hair straightener.
"What? I come for my best friend too. Of course, free food is just a bonus." She grins, making her way behind me and going through my makeup.
"Really, woman?"
"I forgot my makeup," she innocently shrugs.
"Fine, whatever. Just don't go stealing my expensive stuff, okay?"
"I won't, don't worry—ooh, Dior makeup? Can I have it?"
"No, you can't have it." I glare. "Do you know how expensive that stuff is? You can use it, yes, but no, you can't have it." I state, plugging in my straightener.
"Aww, boo." Jade frowns. "Are we the same shade?" She questions, putting her arm next to mine.
"They're pretty similar; I'm sure no one will notice," I say, glancing at our arms.
