For Rowan

1|| Perfection

I don't see why people feel the need to be perfect. As I walk around school I see girls with makeup caked onto their faces like circus clowns. I see guys picking on others for not being tall, or for having acne, what's the big deal?

"Adaleine!" Josa yells at me from somewhere in the hallway.

I turn to find my short friend, hoping to see her mop of blue hair somewhere and it isn't until I reach the end of the hall that I spot her.

"What's your schedule this year?" She asks me as I reach her locker.

I hand over the slip of paper I got delivered to me last week,  the week before my sophomore year started.

I see all the freshman cramming to get to their lockers, trying to push through the crowds and some who are just lost. I remember the time that I was one of them. Part of me felt sorry for them because right now they feel like they have to be perfect.

When I was a freshman all of the girls went out of their way to be pawns of the upperclassmen. While the boys were just trying not to be seen. I hate how perfection plagues our decisions and values.

"Hello? Earth to Addy?" Josa says snapping her fingers in my face.

"Huh? What?" I say, but she just rolls her eyes.

As we walk down the hall to homeroom which we thankfully have together, I can't help but wonder who made up the idea of perfection. Was it always just a lifestyle people lived by? Back in the olden days were you considered weird if you did something different then most? I'm guessing so because it seems to have carried down through the generations.

Me, I don't worry too much. My clothes aren't trendy, their comfy. My hair isn't in an exact style, most of the time I'm in too much of a rush to brush it. And most of all, I don't have social media. I don't see the point in posting useless selfies, starting drama, and keeping up with celebrities.

I get my information on what's happening by watching the news and I keep up with my friend by texting.

"Welcome class, to your homeroom and History. My name is Mrs. Clarence. I want to start class by going over some rules and I want to get to know each other."

And that is how every class goes. By lunch, I'm completely done with introductions and the idea of having more after is tiring.

I walk through the lunch line grabbing whatever is cheapest knowing I will only be eating chips today and giving the rest to Andy.

Andrew Montgomery is not a well-known person. For the last two years, he hasn't even had a picture in the yearbook. He is the most invisible guy at our school, and I love him for it.

He doesn't mind it, I mean I don't think he likes being forgotten by all of his teachers all of the time but he's like me, does not care about perfection.

Me, him, and Josa seem to be the only ones.

Josephina Morgan-Adams is a bit argumentative. When I say this I don't mean she is opinionated and bitchy, she just knows when she is right. For example, she's an ultra history nerd so when Mrs. Clarence was talking she raised her hand. Like every other kid. But then she goes full-on Josy. She explains why the teacher is wrong, ends up teaching the class instead, and annoys all the kids in class in the process.

It's priceless.

We three are the perfect trio. Nothing can happen to us because us together is perfect. And this time, I don't mind it.