Sparks

CHAPTER 1

CYNTHIA
Perfection. That's all I've been taught. Its all about being perfect, talking, walking, eating, sleeping all perfect. Why? Because my ill luck brought me into the Dovan family a home of perfectionists. Don't get me wrong I love my family a lot. My dad despite his snubby rich guy personality is a really loving father and mom, well we dont get along as normal but she always look out for me.
I'm Cynthia Zoerina Dovan, 17 years old, the only child of Mark and Tessa Dovan the heir to the family empire and the perfect daughter or I'm I?. Being perfect Is very difficult, you have to be mindful of what you do, say and who you associate with. I was 11 when the pressure of perfection began to hit me hard. My parents threw a Christmas party in our home and we had lots of guests, I was never kin on the perfection stuff so I just did what all children do for fun, play and stuff my face with cake. My idea of fun was mom's idea of disaster. My mom finally blew up when I cleaned my frosting stained hand on the coat of some important client. She took me to the bathroom to clean up after profusely apologizing to the man. "Why can't you behave for once huh? Can't you be more like Melisa? She's so well behaved and cultured" oh no she didn't, my own mom just compared me to the person I hate the most. That was enough to make me push her aside and run out of the party to the park to cry my eyes out, but I couldn't miss the look of disappointment on my dad's face, I hated it.
Sitting under the slide with my legs to my chest that very cold night I did what I came to do. Cry. I cried till my eyes hurt. How could she? "Hey! Why are you crying?" I heard a voice say. I rose my head quickly, scared of who it might be. They where two boys who looked around my age one with curly brown hair and the other black. "I'm not crying" I said remembering dads frequent words."never let them see your weak side or they will crush you" "oh come on, we just heard you sobbing like a little baby" the brown hair boy said "no I'm not" I said getting agitated "cut it out Vic can't you see she's sad" the black one said to his brother then turned to me and started stroking my hair."hey, don't cry" he said "I'm Jeremiah and the block head is my friend Victor" that made me chuckle " now please tell me why are you are sad" and I did. I blotted everything out and they comforted me and took me home. That was the start of a beautiful friendship.
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