Un-Perfect

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        Marie Alexandrie Dubois had a perfect life. She was born in Tuxedo, Winnipeg, 2 years after her parents had moved from Paris, France. Her mother, Bernadette Alexandrie Francois- Dubois, was the founder of "Bernadette-Chique",  a trending fashion line. She had a slim figure, a very smooth face, and beautiful brown hair that she usually wore in a bun. Marie's father, Pierre Dubois, owned a big company that designed cars. He was very tall, he had a very handsome smile and he had dirty blonde hair. Marie's parents were very rich. They lived in a very big house, filled with the latest technology. They had 6 cars, all powered by Eco Boost.

        Marie had long curly blonde hair that could be easily straitened, crimped, teased, etc. Her eyes were light blue. Her nose was small and pointed slightly upward. Her lips were full and pink. She had a slim figure like her mother. She was graceful and elegant. She had great posture and great manners, plus a smile that lit up the whole world. 

        It was July 17th, 2014, 1 week before Marie's 18th birthday. Marie had just graduated from high school. She had been playing piano, violin and harp since she was 5. She had a boyfriend. His name was Tony Vankoffman. His parents owned the country club, and he was the star player on the croquet team. 

        Marie's father promised her that on her 18th birthday she could pick out any house she wanted and she could move into that house, a Dubois tradition. As far as you can tell, her life was perfect.

        But it was not perfect for Marie.

        Now, I know what you're thinking. Such a spoiled brat. She has everything she could ever want, but she wants more. Well, you're wrong. What she wanted was not more, but less. She wanted a less-perfect life.

          She wanted to clean her own house , to shop for her own groceries, to make her own money, to be in debt, and to do whatever she wanted, without having to worry about manners, language or posture, and her life would not be perfect until it had become un-perfect.

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