A Perfect Life

Chapter Two

The next day, Lillian woke up at exactly 7:00. No alarm. She tried to go back to sleep until 7:01, but no luck. She was yanked out of bed. By wind.

Lillian was furious. She hated, hated, HATED being a Thomas.

She appeared at the breakfast table at exactly 7:05. Ugh! Why couldn't she have dressed slower?

Mrs. Thomas gave her her breakfast of exactly twenty blueberries in her pancakes. (Which were all the exact same size.)

Lillian sighed. "What's the matter, sweetie?" Mrs. Thomas asked. "I hate being a Thomas," Lillian thought, but she didn't say it aloud because she didn't want to hurt her mother's feelings. "Nothing," Lillian replied. "Good, because I have a feeling today's going to be perfect!" Mrs. Thomas said.

That did it.

"Everyday is perfect! There's so change! Where's the excitement? Why do I ALWAYS WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL? If I was abnormal, I would get in fights with people and dread school! Why can't I ever fail ONE SINGLE test?"

"Because you're smart," Mrs. Thomas said. "No, that's not it," Lillian argued. "It's the good luck. And I hate it!"

Have you ever seen the Nickelodeon movie 'Jinxed'? Well, Lillian would give anything to trade that coin with Meg Murphy. Even if she got a face full of mud everyday, she wouldn't care! She'd be abnormal!

Lillian looked around at her family. The twins were eating their peaches. With spoons! What six-month-year olds eat peaches with spoons WITHOUT making a huge mess? Their bibs were squeaky clean. She looked at her father, drinking his just-right coffee and reading the paper. She looked at her mother, cooking her just-right blueberry pancakes. Lillian was disgusted. Why was everything so perfect in her house?