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Perfection

Chapter 1

Kendall Vertes woke up today feeling confident, she was ready to take her exam. She had spent exactly one hour studying each day for the past three months, just like she was supposed to do. Kendall got out of bed and put on her green dress that dropped to her ankles. Green was the mandatory color for all eight-to-twelve year olds. If she does good on this test, then soon Kendall will be wearing purple and she couldn't wait. Kendall walked into the kitchen for breakfast at 8:00, breakfast time. She was greeted by her mother cooking eggs and toast. One of the things that came with becoming a teenager was learning how to cook if you were female. Her mother, Jill, gave her two pieces of toast and a cup of eggs. "Are you ready for your exams today Kendall?" Jill asked. "Yes mother, I've been studying the exact hour a day and I feel confident in myself." Kendall replied. Kendall's father entered the room and took his breakfast. Kendall's father worked for the government and her mother worked with infants. Kendall was nervous and as her stomach twisted and turned she suddenly didn't want to eat anymore. "I'm done," she said. "Kendall," her mother said sternly, "you have to eat all of your food unless you are ill." "I'm not ill," Kendall sighed, "just nervous." "Don't worry," her mother reassured her, "you've done phenomenal on all of your exams in the past and you've been studying the exact hour a day." "Yes, mother, I believe you're right," Kendall said finishing her eggs. But the truth was Kendall hadn't really been studying all of those hours. No, she had snuck outside and explored the town, trying to find something the least bit interesting, although she had no luck so far. "Bye dear," her mother called as she walked out the door. "Have a good day honey," Kendall's father told her, kissing her on the forehead. Once her parents had closed the door, she walked to school, taking an alternative route, not the one she's supposed to. Kendall liked taking this path instead, it was longer, with more turns and a lot more fun. She skipped down the brown cobblestone and tried to hide whenever she saw adults walk by.

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