Perfectly Imperfect

ohhh how Perfect

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I’m running, no, not running, sprinting, as fast as I can. My hand grabs onto one of the large trees around me. I use my grip to pull me around the other side of the tree and press my back firmly against the rough bark. My heart pounds in my chest threatening to leap out of my body as my breathing slows I start to hear the footsteps there getting closer creeping up on me step by step.

“Lily”

I spring into conciseness, my sister’s worried voice rings alarms in my head. As my eyes start to open the events of last night start to dawn on me, and I feel my heart drop at the realization that he saw me at my most vulnerable point. Having one of the hottest guys I have ever seen rescues me well that’s a dream come true but for him me cry, I‘m going to die of embarrassment, what a painful way to die. Noticing my sister staring at me as if want me to say something I composed myself and said the words she wanted to hear.

“How was the party?” she looked at me and smiled before replying

“oh it was amazing, everyone loved the decorations” she said before rambling into this long speech about her and some guy that my head just couldn’t handle. All I wanted to do was cuddle up in someone’s arms and cry my eyes out preferably his arms . I remembered the feel of his arms around me holding me there and keeping me safe from the world. My sister hauling me up and telling me I needed to have a shower brings me out of my fantasies and back to reality.

Monday, oh how I dread Mondays there the first day of prison and the first of the 5 days a week where I have to prove to everyone how incapable of being my sister I really am. Unfortunately for me I have to ride with my sister to school because I left my motorcycle in the fast food place, how utterly annoying. I was going to get my motorbike after school with Todd, maybe I’ll see Mr jerk face there, actually maybe not it would be kind of awkward with me not knowing what to say and Todd gawking at him I think he would be a little uncomfortable plus he probably doesn’t want to talk to me again.

 The other reason why I wouldn’t want to see the God/jerk again is because even if he did like me as soon as he met my sister he would dump me flat on my arse just like harry. Harry only dated me because he wanted to get my sisters attention and he did, after he broke up with me they dated for two weeks until she got a better offer, then he was dumped flat on his arse.

Although my Sister and me have our obvious differences, we actually can have a long conversation, well a longer conversation then I can have with my mum.  I had got on with my real dad like a piece of pie cake we could talk about everything and anything. Anyway back to the current situation of being in my Sisters ugly cliché yellow convertible and having to ride around collecting attention with the roof off and my sister glowing as if some kind of Greek goddess.

Claire babbled about her friends and the party and that boy again I listened and asked questions like did Alisha her best-friend come to the party and answered with. She was probably late cause of some last minute family thing. We were close to school and then the thought suddenly struck me. Why was he at our house in the first place? I asked Claire and her answer just made him seem like the biggest jerk ever.

“Hey Claire, you know the guy that came over before the party started on Friday”

“Yeah” her reply was hesitant as if she didn’t want me to ask the next question. But I did.

“why did he come over?”

“Greta, um handled that”. Greta’s our Aunty she stays with us sometimes when mum’s going to be away for more than a month, or when she’s late on her rent.