The Imperfect Perfectionists

1.There She Was

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There she was. She was always happy and she was perfect. Perfect friends and one of the best smiles anyone could have. She was such an outgoing person. She had long hair and a perfect boyfriend. She would never choose me.

I hate this stereotype. The stereotype of a guy being perfect only if he was tall,dark and handsome but mainly muscular and THIN. If anyone was asked to describe me, this would be their response: " oh! Him? That Potato?"

Anyways coming back. I never had the guts to ask her. I was scared. Scared of being hurt,rejected. Scared of realizing that I was imperfect.

As I was having my lunch( a disgusting health sandwich, and my disgusting kale juice( my diet meals) ). I saw her slop down on a chair a few feet away from me with a soaking wet handkerchief. As her boyfriend called her, I caught a glimpse of her face -- Red, hot cheeks and tears rolling down with fury -- He came up to her with rage brimming in his eyes. "We're done. Don't bother saying how sorry you are." and he walked away without a backward glance.

I for the first time thought that maybe she wasn't happy. That maybe she wasn't happy with him. That maybe her life wasn't perfect. That she might be more like me. More imperfect than perfect. Maybe she puts on a facade, a mask hiding her true emotions. Maybe she was not at all near perfect.

I immediately brushed those thoughts aside because I believed that she was perfect. She couldn't be imperfect. She just couldn't be imperfect .

I picked up a mini burrito and a cappuccino with my meager allowance. I turned in the direction towards her. I took a deep breath and walked those few steps which I knew would change my life. How big a difference, I never knew.

I called to her "Hey there!", she looked up at me. Oh! Damn! She was beautiful. With her long straight hair. Her beautiful green eyes were wet and I felt a sudden amount of exhilaration to talk to her. " I picked this up for you", I pushed the plate and flimsy plastic glass towards her. She looked at it. " I can't accept this. I don't even know you. I just know your name. Oliver right?

I think we share math together."

" Yeah, believe me this isn't going to kill you. I insist that you take it. " I replied. She pointed to the seat opposite to her. I took it.

She wiped her tears and she forced a smile. "Thanks a lot, this is just what I need." and she sipped her coffee. And we got talking about her boyfriend.

"And what happened right now?" I asked.

"Well.....he, Jake" The name stung her heart like a thousand snakes injecting their toxic venom into it. She paused.She stopped another batch of tears forming in her eyes. She continued. " He caught me flirting with his best friend as a part of the Spin the Bottle and he just got angry. I'm fed up with him. He's right, I shouldn't bother saying sorry cause I'm not. I am done with him. You're really a good listener. Thank you, you were just what I needed."

I recognized that pause in her speech. When she looked down, even though it was for a split second, I knew she was stopping her tears because I had done it a million times to stop my tears.

"Thanks. Anyways we need to head back to class".

"Oh yeah" she said

We went out the canteen together, laughing.

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"I can't believe this, how could he do this to me?" She said as she was cursing her impalpable fate.

"Cynthia, cool down, these things happen. Let's leave everything on Satan now" her friend said.

"I know, but ........" Cynthia said.

"Cynthia.........I know baby. I feel your pain. Do you remember when I broke up with Taylor," her friend said.

"Ooof!! That was one hell of a time. And I met a guy right after I broke up with him. He's a damn good friend." Cynthia said

"Oh! Who is it ? Is he hot? Could you set me up with him?", her friend asked.

"Um..........Oliver?" Cynthia said.

" Who?...................That potato?" her friend bursted out laughing.

"He's really nice.", Cynthia protested.

"Oh! Really now?" her friend friend asked.

"Yeah! Have you seen him act or give a speech. He has a really powerful voice.", Cynthia said.

"Oh! That reminds me, what are you doing for the annual fundraiser?"

"I don't know."

"Oh! I'm going for ballet this time."

"I'm thinking about what he would be doing?"

"Who?Jake?"

"No. Oliver."

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Oliver.Oliver was a person who had gone though a lot. It had something to do with the fact that he was the biggest person in his class. Even though he put on a facade and he believed that everything was going to be okay but he had his doubts. Oliver was what people call "A damaged soul", but Oliver was what people also called "a beautiful soul". Most of the time of his childhood, he was mainly brought to tears and brooding about his life which was maybe never going to be perfect. So he decided to find where his talent lay and he found many out of which was going to be what his whole school would see.

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Cynthia, a beautiful person inside out. But Cynthia had quite a few friends but only a few of them were soul friends. She always put on a facade.And only some people could see the Cynthia without her mask. And when they saw that Cynthia, people exclaimed about her inner beauty but they also realized that she was no where near perfect.

End of Chapter 1

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