Popularity is a job, not a privilege. It's nothing but work and worries. Work to get in. Work to stay in.
"You are beautiful, you are intelligent, you are important" In the mirror I repeated to myself as I do every morning. I could hear these words millions of times but I don't believe them. I can only plant the idea in head and hope my mind will accept it. I picked up my foundation and brush and applied it lightly across my cinnamon tinted Carmel skin just as my mother taught me.
"A true woman never leaves the house without her face on." She'd tell me every morning as I watched her prepared herself for the day.
I looked at the finished product, I still didn't feel beautiful. I could still pick out every existing flaw I had. My phone's screen lit up and a text from Jaden popped on it.
Jaden😉💋: Good Morning Baby, I will be there in 10 minutes.
I smile at my screen, then ran down the stairs into the kitchen. Heading to my empty fridge filled with nothing but water, "one serving" sized containers of grapes, and almond mix in a same sized container. I grabbed a bottle water then opened my drawer grabbed my pill container. I took one of each 5 kinds of pills then closed it and washed it down with my water. I grabbed a bowl and spoon and placed it in the sink.
I grabbed a nut mix container and carried to my bag resting on the couch. Ding-Dong the doorbell sounded. I opened the door and Jaden entered grabbing me by my waist making me yelp, and kissing me.
"You want something to eat baby?" I asked.
"I already had a protein meal pack." He stated as he place me back on my feet. "Why, you want to eat before we leave?"
"Uh, no baby I ate before you came?" I smiled.
"You sure, I am not rushing you?" He said sounding concerned.
"Yes, I made raspberry granola and milk." I was touched by his concern for me.
"All right then." He put his arm around my shoulders. "Come babe." I reached for my bag and keys.
When we got to the car, he open the door for me, allowed me to sit down, then closed it as soon as I was cozy. I loved his car Matte white convertible, pure white leather interior with black accents. The smell of his Chanel cologne filled my nostrils and I was at ease.
Today, was the first day of our last year in high school. I was nervous a little nervous, last year the popular senior class voted me and Jaden as ruling upcoming school King & Queen. This is like school student council of Kingsley Court High School.
"Allie, are you okay?" Jaden reached his off of the gear and grabbed my hands that were resting, folded, on my lap.
"Mmhmm." I hummed.
"Allie, then what's wrong?" He took his eyes off the road and looked at me.
"Babe, watch the road." I semi-yelled.
"Ight, whatever." I hated when he shut me out, but he only did it when I did it to him.
"Jay, Baby, I am sorry." I exhaled deeply. " The whole school royalty thing is just a bit shocking. Freshmen year, I was a nerd, glasses, braces, and messy bed hair. Now, I am wearing make up in places I didn't even know they made make up for, my boobs are pushed up to my ears, if I bat my lashes they could dry paint, and my hair is straighter it than my back. I look like I wake up in a Mantle Factory."
"You know we don't have to do this, right?"
"Yes, I want to but I just want everything to be perfect." I took my hand from him, folded my arms across the dashboard and laid my head down.
Dear God,
If perfect is impossible why do I strive for it?
5 minutes later
We pulled up to the school, valet opened the doors of Jaden's car and we walked into school hand in hand. When we hit the main hall all eyes were on us.
"And he wonders why I so worried about perfection." I said to myself.
----------------Author's Note--------------
Hiya Loves, I see you made it to the second chapter meaning I haven't totally bored you to death or just are so nosey that you just had to read how Jay and Allie came to break up. Either way I am totes excited that you continued to read.
-Allie Monroe
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