Perfection is an unrealistic word. It's an unfair concept created to try and make people behave. The Perfections use it to their advantage. All my life I have been told to be perfect. I have tried.
But no one can ever be perfect. No one.
The building ahead is crumbling. It hardly looks like the kind of place where, oh, I dunno, maybe decide the rest of your life? Oh well.
The inside of the waiting room is no better. There's a single, broken sofa crammed into the corner of the room, with a small boy crying on it. Alone.
That will be me In an hour.
I sit down uncomfortably. He doesn't look up. I won't try to comfort him. I'll be far too awkward. Life has taught me not to make a fool of myself when I don't have to. The Perfections wouldn't like it either. The clock on the wall crawls by, second by second, minute by minute. The boy stands up, still crying quietly.
Tick.
Toc.
Tick.
Toc .
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Perfection
Science Fiction"The perfections inforced tests. Tests for everything. Tests for how you eat your food, how you dress, how you live your life." Cas has grown up being tested. She has survived so far, but the greatest challenge is still to come. She wants to end the...
