Perfectly Spoiled

Okay so I've never uploaded a proper story on here and I'm hoping it gets read. I'll upload as chapters as and when I write it. I hope anyone who reads it enjoys it.

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It was the final match of the season. There was thirty seconds left on the clock. I dribbled easily around our opponent's main defender and executed a perfect lay up shot. Score. I had won the basketball season for my team. The crowd did not just cheer, but screamed my name.

"Millie? Honey, it's time to get up," came Mum's soft voice as I struggled to open my eyes.

"Can't be. Alarm. Not off yet," was my barely coherent reply.

"It's gone off twice. I heard it. You get up and I'll bring you some tea," she said before leaving.

One hour and two sugary cups of tea later, I emerged from my bedroom, feeling no more awake, but looking perfectly groomed. No matter how tired I had been feeling lately, I could allow no half measures when it came to my appearance. My sleek blonde hair was loosely curled, hanging down to just below my shoulder blades. Unbuttoned enough to show a conservative amount of cleavage, my pristine white school shirt fit me as if it had been tailored specifically for me. The pleated grey skirt that was the main feature of the girls' uniform at King Solomon Academy, stopped an inch below mid thigh. Neither bookish nor indecent.

"That's brilliant. Thanks," Mum said into the phone as I entered the kitchen.

"Who was that?" I asked as she poured herself another cup of tea, in the vain hope that it would restore me to my usual energetic self.

"The doctor's surgery. I've booked an appointment for you after school tomorrow to talk about your unusual lack of energy for the last few months," responded Mum.

"I'm sure it's nothing Mum," I reassured her as I grabbed an apple. "Now let's get going before I'm late."

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Arriving at school I had my usual group of friends waiting for me. I was always the last to arrive. The sight of heads turning to watch the most popular girl enter school would always give me a slight thrill. Everyone wanted to know what the most perfect girl in school had done with her hair and make-up that day. I knew that they envied me. I knew that they would search desperately to find flaws in me. I knew they would never be able to, because I was always a step ahead of them. I knew all of this, because at my previous school, I was one of those staring students, wishing that everyone would notice them like they noticed me. However, a new school bought a basketball team which I tried out for. This basketball team bought me the role of captain.

"Looking good Millie," my equally perfect boyfriend, Ben, commented, as even the popular crowd rushed to make space for me to sit.

"Millie. Have you seen that guy who is always staring at you? It's just rude" my best friend, Leah, was saying indignantly as I sat down. Personally, I found it flattering. However, this was something you did not admit to the popular clique.

"Let him stare," I replied simply, cutting off my best friend. Leah fell silent. Being so popular sometimes meant not having the usual sort of friends. If I said something out of the ordinary that maybe an ordinary person would still respond to, a popular person would instantly stop talking. This was through lack of understanding; fear that if they said the wrong thing, I'd suddenly cut them out of my all too popular life. Yet, I wouldn't have minded if Leah had questioned me on this comment. Popularity for the people who surrounded me meant one thing. Association.