Imperfect

Part 1

Many claim Andacia to be the most praised kingdom. A true utopia with absolutely no faults. They believe Andacia's people are perfect in every way, shape, and forme. That not one person is impure.

Obviously those people know nothing of the true Andacia.

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Each morning we are awaken by the towns bell. We must press our white dresses and polish our white shoes. We will take turns in the shower, wash our faces, brush our teeth, and neatly form our long hair onto one low bun. We shall then tidy our room, dress ourselves, then walk to school.

This is the female's morning routine. It is done perfectly each and every day, for it is the order and we must obey the king's laws. That is how it should be, but in my home the order and king's laws do not apply.

"As long as we look as perfect as the rest when outside and around others we have little fear of being discovered." my mother whispered to my sisters and I as we gathered our things preparing to leave. "We must fight! What use is being apart of the Andacia rebellion if we do nothing?" Said my eldest sister Valencia to my mother. "Silence Valencia! You Know better than to say things like that so close to the windows." Mother snaped while hurrying over to close the blinds.

"I apologize mother, but I do not understand why the rebellion dose nothing." Valencia whispered. I saw a flash of worry come and go from mother's face. She peeked outside the window then looked back at Valencia. "This is not the time nor the place to discuss matters. I love you all so very much. If any of you were to get hurt due to my involvement with the.... rebellion I would never forgive myself." We all exchanged fearful looks. "Understand?" Mother said as she took hold of our hands. "Ondardand?" My youngest sister Zorah attempted to copy. We all giggled. "And you Ninnetta? Do you understand as well? Mother said to me as she squeezed my hand. "Yes mother I do."

But in truth I did not understand. Why did our family take part in the rebellion? We are alredy looked down upon for there being no male in our household. We are the only sisters in all of Andacia to have never known their father nor have any brothers. We are already imperfect do to that. The only reason king Enwar has allowed us to live on is do to my mother's teaching abilities and our superb minds. No other reasons.

My eldest sister Valencia looks upon the rebellion with sparkling eyes. She also believes that the order of perfection should be destroyed. Tho for only being 15 years of age she holds more perfection than any her age could dream of having. She has learned most of every traid known to Andacia. Not to mention her appearance is flawless. With sky blue eyes, snow white skin, long light blonde hair, and a flattering figure. She is charming, Brave, Independent, and loveing like a mother. I dont believe I could ever understand why she is so willing to support the rebellion. She is perfect in every way. How could she throw such perfection away?

Sadly me and my youngest sister Zorah did not receive such perfection. We both have hazel eyes, and long light brown hair. We are not as beautiful as Valencia.

I have exceeded and surpassed those my age and some even older. But I am below Valencia when it comes to perfection, and those who are perfect are above all. I love my sister but the fact that I envy her is inevitable.

The youngest of us 4 year old Zorah has yet to grasp the importance of perfection or the danger of the rebellion. Even so she has a great mind. The smartest 4 year in the class. It may seem small but its a start. Our mother is always sure to keep us at the top.

Our mother Edyth is an elegant college teacher at the highest most prestigious school in all of Andacia. She is secretly part of the rebellion who wishes to destroy the order of perfection and dethrone the king. The rebellion are the strongest gang to ever exist. Mother is one of the head rebels and we her child are her followers.

I do not understand why we must destroy the king's order of perfection.