Little Miss Perfect (The Perfect Trilogy: Book One)

This is gonna be my year

Casey Blaine was perfect. She had perfectly straight white teeth, perfect hair (as perfect as white hair could be anyway), perfect skin, Co-captain of the cheerleading team, had perfect grades, was never tardy. She was just perfect. She was so seamlessly perfect that her classmates and teammates called her little miss perfect. She had opinions, but she kept them to herself. She was silent. Casey was a firm believer in only speaking when she had all the facts. She almost never had all the facts because of how biased Seabrooke was.

Now, Seabrooke was a perfect place, just like every kid in it, but there was a small dent in their community, zombie town. Casey hadn't really met the Zombies; they weren't allowed near the humans. She heard how they were treated and though it sounded unfair she kept her mouth shut. She didn't know all the facts.

She yawned and rolled out of bed, she sat at her vanity and ran her white-blond hair through a flat iron before pulling it back into a high ponytail tied off with a pink ribbon in. People of course hated her hair; it was different and anything different was wrong. However, she was one of the captains of the cheer team and had led every team she had ever been on to victory. No one wanted to say anything and throw her off her A-game. She brushed her pearly white teeth and clipped on the silver necklace Bucky gave her for their anniversary that said, 'Bucky's girl.' It was less of a gift and more of a warning to the other guys at school to back off. Casey was dating Bucky Buchanan, her Co-captain. They had been best friends forever and started dating in their last year of middle school.

"You've got this Casey," She recited to herself in the mirror. "You have the perfect life, you have a great family with a mom and dad who love you, are an only child, the most popular cheerleader in school besides Bucky, and you have Bucky. The perfect boyfriend. You will shine." This was her daily reminder: call it a boost in self-esteem, call it vanity, call it whatever you want, Bucky wasn't the easiest person to date. He was mostly hyping himself up. She threw on a pastel blue dress, Bucky's varsity jacket from a year or two prior. "Morning mom, Morning dad," she said walking down the stairs and kissed both her parents on the cheek.

"Morning sweetheart," Her father smiled as her mother hurried out of the kitchen.

"Is mom okay?"

"She's just frazzled about the business trip. Trying to pack everything at once," She nodded as her father scrolled through his work tablet. "I already packed most of it though, so I really have no idea what she's looking for." Michael Blaine, Casey's father said with a raised eyebrow. Michael Blaine was a jovial man with dark eyes and hair, fair skin and laugh lines near his eyes. He was almost always smiling. Casey was his pride and joy, his little star. Anything she wanted she had. He spoiled her senseless. "You're going to have the house to yourself for a few days, we should be back for the cheer championship." Casey stuck on her most innocent smile and grinned. "Addison can come over, Bucky cannot, at least not alone, and no cheer parties ever again." The last time her parents left she invited the whole cheer squad over; they got a noise complaint and deleted her father's show off the DVR, why they still had a DVR in 2018 was beyond her.

Lydia Blaine, Casey's mother stuck her head in, "Please for the love of god no cheer parties I'm still finding glitter and sequins from your uniforms everywhere." Lydia Blaine was a tall woman, taller than her father, she had dark skin, eyes so dark they looked black and black and purple braids that reached her waist. She too had laugh lines but also worry lines on her forehead, she was naturally anxious. Needless to say, Casey looked nothing like them. Everyone knew she was adopted; it was clear as day, but no one said anything, ever. Micheal and Lydia had quite the reputation for losing their cool back in their 20s. God forbid anyone tell Micheal that Casey wasn't really his.

Casey's watch beeped, "Got it, I gotta go," her father kissed her forehead, and she hugged her nervous mother before grabbing an apple from the fridge and her pom poms. Making her way out the door to meet Addison and Bucky.