A soft, silvery surface stands in front of me. I stare at my own reflection, just for a minute. I have blonde silvery hair and soft blue eyes. My face has a soft curve to it and my lips are mild and soft as silk. I know I sound glossy but it is who I am. And I am a person who wants to help. And feel. And be GOOD.
My mom drives me to school, as she always does. And I am thankful for it. She is always there and never leaves me alone. A perfect mom. I kiss her cheek and leave her car, closing the door softly behind myself. I pull out my bag and head over to my school entrance.
In school, I am always number 1. Great marks, never late ,always active. Perfect.
But I never felt WHOLE.
