Perfect

Prolouge

I remember it like it just happened yesterday. I was 5. Me, Dad and Mom were driving. It was dark out on the road we were heading to my Aunt Yui's house. The radio was playing a soft song.

We were all laughing and talking. "Watch the truck!" Screamed my mom but... it was to late. I remember it all so clearly.... it was like everything went in slow motion. The car was flipping over. There was glass everywhere. 

"Mom!Dad!" I cried. I saw their lifeless faces. I climbed out of my seat belt to the front of the car where my mom and dad were. Dad wasn't moving or mom.

"Mom...wake up! Wake up!" I cried. I layed my head on her crying.

"Ayako...," I looked up my mom's eyes were open a bit.

"Mommy!" I cried.

"Ayako you have to go."

"No!" I cried. She put  a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"It's okay honey mommy and daddy will be alright. Hurry honey go." She says smiling. I felt the car starting to tilt.

I I carefully climbed out of the car through a broken window. I climbed out just in time. I looked and say the car falling. I ran to the edge of the cliff.

"NOOOO MOMMY!" I cried. The car fell and fell. I sat there for a long time. Pretty soon I felt arms wrap around me and I was carried away.

I don't remember what happened next but I remember waking up in my aunts house.

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All I want to do.. to be is perfect. I don't want everyone to think i'm so different. Everyone else is perfect and has their good lives. Why am I not perfect too?

"Alright class today we are gonna talk about......blah..blah....blahhh." I tuned out the teacher. I started to doodle on my notebook. I drew a few shapes, and squiggly,curly lines. Then I started to draw me. Not the me right now. The new and improved me. Just imagine Ayako me perfect. Straight teeth, no braces, a perfect smile, a pretty face, and pretty body. I scribbled and scribbled on my paper making my perfect self. 

Suddenly I saw footsteps at my desk. Ms.Nakamura it seems that whatever your writing must be really important. Why don't you share it with the class?" Mr. Kenji says.

"Eek! I mean no its not that important I was just writing down some notes that's all." I say looking down nervously.

"Really? I didn't know that drawing was writing notes! Did you create some sort of drawing language?"

I hear snickers echo through the classroom.

"...." I dont answer.

"Yeah I didn't think so. But since you wanted to write 'notes' you'll have loads of fun writing a 10,000 word essay on what we learned about in class. And if you don't your going to be in serious trouble. Understood?" He says.

I nod slowly. I pay attention in class and listen. 

The bell rings and its time to leave Mr.Kenji class. Kids push pass me like i'm not there. I walk the halls invisible no one can see me. School is over for the week. I go to my locker and grab my stuff then exit the school out the back way. 

I sit on the swings and get out my note book and write:

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Baby soft so skin,

Eye's that shine like millions of jewels.

A beautiful Complexion that everyone looks upon;

 What if I could be a pretty as them

So perfect so fragile but yet sturdy and strong

Tears from a  swan a soft feather in flight

What if I could be one who dances with the moon

When can I burst free from my cocoon?

Why can't I be perfect...

I sighed. I'll never be perfect......