Perfection

Chapter 1

My family is known as the perfect family on the street. We are clean, well presented and pretty good people. At least that's what is drilled into my brain. My parents were high school sweethearts and had their first child, me, during high school. I have always hated being perfect, I don't want to be perfect. It's an unreachable target on me, that I never manage to hit bullseye on. At school I was called perfect, I didn't want to be perfect. I never managed to fit into my school nor did I have friends, I didn't really make an effort, I was there for the education and that's it. I wanted to be an author or journalist.

"Have a good day at school Betty!" My mum
yelled from upstairs, I opened the front door and it made no noise... perfect. I escaped the house and now to survive school. As soon as I stepped outside I felt the cool air flush my face and paint my cheeks rosy. I tightened my curly blonde ponytail and fixed my blue jumper I stepped down the cement stairs that were sprinkled in dew from the night and looked at the street perfectly lined with trees. I turned back at my house, and I hated it. Everything was so perfect, no building flaws, perfect garden just everything was so perfect yet so infuriating. The walk to school is short because I know all the shortcuts through the park and the corner shop. I went through the school gates with a sigh of relief, the school building was my escape from all the perfect.