ImPerfect

Prologue

          Perfect. It's a word we use to describe something done right. Getting all A's is perfect. Having a bunch of loyal friends is perfect. Being rich is perfect. Having a functional family is perfect. But I'm not perfect. No one is, Yet I am forced to pretend I am. I usually get A's in school, but if I don't, I must bribe the teacher to seem perfect. Most of my friends are fake and just hang around me because of my reputation. But I don't say anything, to seem perfect. Sure, we were rich, because my parents founded a huge business where they made millions. But recently, the business went under and they are in debt. My parents are desperate to get money and they have been taking side jobs, and they have been doing terrible things. I don't even know, it's that bad. My parents fight every morning and evening since I was 7. My brother hates me, more than words and actions can describe. But we hide it all away, to seem perfect. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second, I must be perfect. My life has been built on lies since I remember. I must mask all the tears, all the pain, all the mistakes just to live the life my parents never could. I should calm down. Let me explain why my brother despises me. My parents always wanted to be a perfect family. So, they needed a perfect child. They believed a girl would fit the description best. They had a kid, and to their disappointment, it was a boy. My older brother Andrew Glace. They tried once again the following year, and sure enough, it was a girl. My dear sister, Annabelle Glace. But my parents found out she was dyslexic and hated that she had brown eyes, whilst my parents had blue eyes. So, she was deemed imperfect. Annabelle was shoved to the side and hated by my parents. My parents tried once again 3 years after Annabelle's birth. And that's where I came in. I was born perfect, with blue eyes, brown hair, fair skin, and no mental or physical disabilities. I got whatever I wanted, I also got to go wherever I wanted. Whilst Andrew and Annabelle were only allowed to be in our home, backyard, and school. I didn't take the bait. I would frolic through the meadows in our backyard with Annabelle. I would draw with her, play with her and sing with her. But when she entered Elementary school when she was 5, She seemed to be more tired than normal and would disappear for an hour a day. She was getting bullied. Horrendously. After a few years she just couldn't take it anymore...and... She jumped. Annabelle was the best sister I could've asked for. But why. Why did you leave me with them...Why? My name is Amanda Glace, and this is my story.