Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 1

Rinnggg! Rinnngggg! Rinnngggg-

Agh.

I slam my hand onto the off button of my alarm clock.

It read 7:00am. Just enough time to get ready for school, which by the way starts at 8:50am.

I groggily get up and walk to my bathroom. I take a look at myself and shudder.

My hair was all messy and there were slight bags under my eyes. There was a little bit of drool beside my lips, and I quickly scrub it off. Other then that, I look okay I guess.

I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face so I have more time to pick out my outfit and shower.

Okay...what to wear, what to wear.... I look into my medium sized walk in closet.

It was a week into October, and since I live in Toronto, it's a bit chilly. But thanks to global warming, its been getting warmer in the past few years. Not that global warming is good.

I pick out a pair of light blue Hollister, jeans and a floral tank top, along with a navy Abercrombie cardigan. Perfect. By the way, I'm not a slut or anything, that's low class.

I pick out a pair of navy flats with a little bow at the top to match my outfit and I get into the shower.

Ahhhh... The warm water feels so nice against my skin.

After, I change into my outfit and sat at my vanity table to do my hair. My room was pretty big, and consists of 2 bookshelves, a queen sized bed, a night stand, a desk, a bench, and a lounge chair. I also had a small, run down piano that I got as a gift, sitting in the corner.

Okay, back to my hair. It was a very light brown, with blonde highlights. It was soft, and a bit wavy. I loved it. I decided to leave my hair down along with two braids from either sides, going to the back of my head. I then put some light make up on, along with some accessories.

I glance at the clock, it was 8:20. Perfect timing.

I grab my purse, books and head downstairs into the large living room. It had a big, black grand piano in the middle. As you probably could tell, I play piano, but I rarely use the grand one.

"Good Morning Rose." Said Lucy, our maid. She was a woman in her late 40s, and had brown hair, and hazel eyes. She was quite pretty, besides some of her wrinkles.

"Morning Lucy! What's for breakfast today?" I ask politely. I respected Lucy, and she has been my mother figure. I've known her since I was very little.

"What would you like dear?" She asks with a smile.

"Scrambled eggs." We both say at the same time. She knew me so well.

Then, she started getting the eggs out of the fridge, when she started coughing.

"Are you okay Lucy?" I said worried. Lucy rarely got sick, she said she had a strong immune system.

"Oh I'm fine dear, just some dust caught in my throat." She replied as she got back to work. Well as long as she's okay... I wouldn't want anything bad happening to her because as I said, she was my mother figure and we were close.

After I ate my breakfast, and bid Lucy goodbye, I went into the garage to find my car. I came to find someone else in the garage too.

"Hey Felix!" I say with a wave.

"Morning Rosey. I'm just polishing up your car." Felix replies. Felix was our servant... I wouldn't say servant though. It sounds kind of harsh. Well, he works for us.