People say no life is perfect. I would like to challenge that theory because my life was perfect. Not everyone has a great life. Most people barely even have one. Except I had it all, anything a girl could want at this age. I had the shiny car, the popular friends, the pretty face. I even had the one boy that every girl--and even some guys-- wanted in my school. My parents were happily married and my dad worked in a large banking firm which brought us in enough money that my family got the title, "rich".
I had so much perfect in my life that I thought I could never lose it. You'd be surprised at how wrong I was.
The sun came through my lace curtains that morning, stinging my eyelids, but keeping a warm shield around my blanket. I yawned and opened my eyes to see a black crow standing on a branch connected to the tree outside my window. It was accompanied by a blue bird that sung a song to the morning. The black crow knocked into it as a way of saying, "Shut up, we get it." The blue bird seemed to get the point and silented his morning song. Little did the black crow know that that same blue bird would come back each morning to wake me up. I knew it must've been around six o' clock because that was the time it was on my clock each morning after the bird had sung. I threw of my blanket, letting a light breeze swarm around me. I shivered and stepped out of bed.
It was a nice warm Monday morning and I was supposed to be heading off to school that day. I threw on some black jeans and a blue tanktop and then grabbed my coat out of my closet as I headed downstairs to eat. Sitting at the table was my mom and her People magazine that she read every morning.
"Morning sunshine." She said without lifting her head out of her magazine.
"Morning." I spoke softly because I was still getting used to the fact that the weekend was over.
That seemed to be the end of our conversation, so I ate my breakfast. The maid, Jane, had made me french toast. It tasted good so I thanked her, because I knew without her, I would probably never eat in the morning.
I left the house without saying good-bye to my mom because I knew she didn't care. I just took my bag and headed for my car. It was a nice car, a light blue convertible. It had light blue seats and a cherry steering wheel cover. It was perfect for me. It was perfect for my friends, and it was perfect for my boyfriend. Although it was a perfect car for pretty much everyone, only I drove it. But on the way to school I did pick up my best friend, Jenny. Jenny was a nice girl, at least to me she was. She was one of the popular friends of mine. Except she wasn't as popular as me.
My house was 21 blocks away from hers and her house was 36 blocks from school. Altogether it would take 57 blocks to get to school. A ride that I looked forward to each day. As I picked her up I gave her the same smile I did to all of my friends, or at least all of my popular friends. Jenny talked a lot and so a smile was a way of dodging a long conversation with her that I really didn't care about.
As I drove in front of her big green house, she ran out of it. She hopped into the car with a brief "hey!" and set her bag below her feet. I then started the engine and drove to our school.
It was a pleasent ride with Jenny, except sometimes I wish I didn't have to pick her up each day. I sometimes wish I could be alone. Of course I knew that wouldn't happen anytime soon, or so I thought. The wind pushed my long brown hair behind me as I drove. Jenny didn't seem to have a lot to say today. That was an advantage for me.
As I pulled into the school parking lot all of our friends swarmed around. They squealed and giggled and complimented Jenny and I on how we looked that day. I nodded and smiled my way through the crowd, acting as if I was listening to their annoying rambling. I was looking for someone. I didn't know who, but I was looking for someone who would make my day a little worth living. Rachel, a blonde popular, ran up beside me.
