one; the beginning

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Ever since I was a child, I was raised to be perfect. My mother told me I should embody elegance and grace. I was told I was born to be perfect.

Back straight, hands folded up front, chin down but not too down and not too high, a kind smile but not too kind, legs crossed, hair neat, nails clean the list goes on and on.

My mother loves to impress and brag. First impressions are everything. If I do something wrong that reflects on her. I have to be perfect. I have to be more than just perfect.

I have to be pristine. Unspoiled, clean and fresh as if new; spotless. I have to be on point about how I speak and treat others. I must always be kind. Although people at my school beg to differ.

I don't have many friends. Most people want to be associated with me just because of my upbringing. Those who talk behind my back are either jealous of my families wealth or don't know generally anything about me and is going along with social norms.

Though I don't mind it. This has been going on ever since my first day of school. It's nothing new. Sixteen years is a long time to get used to something.

"There she goes. Little miss pristine. She thinks she's so amazing just cause of her families wealth."
"What a brat."
"It's such a waste. Elise is so talented in the violin and ballet, plus she's pretty yet her attitude stinks."

"I guess that's what happens when you have everything handed to you on a silver platter." I turn to the girl and smile. "I guarantee you not everything I've wanted was handed to me, most things, but not everything." I looked at her up and down and realized she was all decked out.

"Did you buy that diamond necklace and matching earrings with your own money? Or did daddy buy it for you? I doubt you actually worked a part time job to get it yourself. I'm sure you've had a fairly easy life as well. So if you'd kindly shut up, I'd very much appreciate it."

"Well how do you know I didn't work for it?! Not all of us are as rich as you!" I sigh and look at the necklace and earrings once again.

"That is the latest Harry Winston necklace you're wearing. It just came out two days ago I believe, those matching earrings aren't even for sale yet. It wasn't even announced of new jewelry coming out. So considering the fact that you're as humble as you are. You should have a part time minimum wage job. Which mind you doesn't pay much. Only few were ever made making the value even more expensive. You're parents bought that for you, stay in your lane."

She was embarrassed one second, then fuming the next. I know what she's going to say next. They always pretty much say the same thing. "Ugh you're such a wannabe perfect prune! You're such a try hard Elise!"

I kindly smile at her and say, "Excuse me, and you're name is?" Before she could utter another word I walk off to my first class. Ignoring all the whispers and scoffs and profanities that the girl yelled upon me.

I must say she is creative with her words. There are a few I haven't heard before.

"Hello class I'd like to welcome you a new student. Her name is Jess and please make her feel welcome. Jess you can sit next to either Jasper or Elise."

The new girl was either middle class or poor. She couldn't afford the school uniform and her shoes are a mess. But really I don't care, she hasn't done anything to me.

Jasper Cantabelle. His family and mines are extremely close and though we see each other at parties a lot I've never really talked to him.

He's very attractive and doesn't really mess with girls. But his stinking attitude is well, stinky. I can actually say this about him. I've known this boy since birth and he has never ever been kind to anyone. Even to those who are kind to him. Well among his household.

Everyone on the outside think he's the kindest most generous man that has ever walked the planet. But I've seen how he truly is to others.

If she sits next to either of us she'll get ignored. I don't mind if she sits next to me as long as she doesn't try to make friends with me.

This girl will be like the rest of them. Call me names if I'm rude and blame it on my parents being rich. She'll hate the wealthy even more.

On her way over to the tables she tripped on air and made the weirdest scream you could ever hear. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. If I were to even trip I'd be yelled at. Everyone in the class laughed except me and Jasper. He ignored the whole thing and didn't even look at her. His face was stuck in that book.

Once she got up she sat next to Jasper. What a surprise. Either Jess has a little crush on him or she really wants to avoid me.

"Alright class that's all for today you have your partners for this upcoming project. You are dismissed." I walk up to jasper and tell him to come over to my place at around six. I don't have ballet or violin practice today so that gives me enough time.

I made my way home and immediately took my bra off once I was in my room. "Time to relax."

After dozing off I hear a knock at my door and told one of the maids that I'll be wherever I was needed in five minutes. "You have a visitor ma'am." I groan. I hear the door close and get up muttering some words under my breath.

"Wow." I hear from an all too familiar voice, shocked I look up and see Jasper. His phone out.

"Nice room you got here." He says over the rapid sound of numerous pictures being taken. "Jasper!!" I get up and try to grab his phone from him. "Wow Elise I can't believe how tidy this place is! Haha, just kidding this place is a real mess." He mocks me as I'm still trying to get that phone.

"Ooh! You even have a section where you put you're empty pizza boxes? How neat of you. Little miss pristine is very careful of where she keeps her half eaten fruit and salads. Is that a bed or just a bunch of dirty clothes?"

"Jasper give me that phone! You will delete those photos!" He smiles at me still keeping his arm up away from me. "And you'll clean up your room. It's not going to happen. Geez, when what the last time you cleaned this place? 2006?"

Yes! I'm a messy person, very very messy actually. I have t-shirts covered in food stains from 2012. My hair is always up in the messy bun whenever I'm home. My sweat pants is probably covered in dried sweat.

I am messy. I'm so tired of being so clean and neat and perfect all the time!

"What does you mom say when she sees this pigsty?" I sat on my bed, or what I think is my bed. "My parents aren't home long enough to see my room. The maids have gotten use to it by now." It was quiet for a second.

"Ah, I see so you're mom hasn't really paid attention to you?" I nod. Is he actually being nice and sympathetic towards me? Is Jasper Cantabelle actually-

"I wonder what she'll say when this photo goes online and everyone sees it." He really is the devil. "Jasper!" I run up to him and try to get the phone again.

"Hmm, what should the caption be? I'm thinking 'little miss pristine more like'... no that doesn't work. Oh how about... I can't say that online that's too vulgar. I got it!" I'm still repeating his name over and over agin trying to get the phone that he keeps waving around up in the air.

"Elise Mulligan, hot mess. Get it? Cause people think you're hot and this place is a mess and- actually you should open up a window if you could find one it's pretty stuffy in here."

"I am going to kill you!" After ten minutes of jumping, running, and screaming I gave up. "I will do anything Jasper. Just please do not send or post those to anyone."

"Anything?" How bad can it be. "Yes."

"Hop like a bunny." I scoff. "I'm not going to hop-"

"Oh no I'm accidentally typing the caption and posting the picture!" I began to hop like a bunny. "Good. Now bark." And so I did. "Kiss my hand." And so I did, very willingly just to get on his good side.

"Be my slave." And so I was.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 26, 2017 ⏰

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