Dreamer

Dreamer

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Im a dreamer. I like to dream. I like to imagine that one day there will be this perfect boy with the perfect voice, perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect body, and we'll have the perfect relationship. But thats not true. Nothing is ever like that. Nothing is ever perfect. No boy or girl is perfect. So why do we dream? Why do we want a story that will never happen. Im not going to sit here and say that you will have a happily ever after because you possibly wont. You probably won't find that guy or girl. You won't find the person who is perfect inside and out because society has this image of what is perfect when it really isn't. Nobody is perfect not even the person you imagine to be. So this is my story. This is my story of imperfection.
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You're a teenager with the love of dancing. As a child, you competed in community dancing competitions with all your friends. Your mother and father supported your love for dancing all the way. Your father would even dance with you sometimes just to spend time with his little girl! Then, one disastrous night when you were thirteen, you and your parents were driving home from your fifth national competition. You won first place, and everyone in your family was proud of you. It began to rain and visibility was decreasing. A drunken driver wasn't paying attention to where you and your family were going, and the drunken driver crashed head on into the vehicle. Your mother didn't make it. A year later, your father became more alcoholic and abusive. He was very devastated over your mother's death just as you were. He kept telling you it was all your fault that your mother died. It is currently three years after your mother's death, and you're sixteen years old. Your father got another woman, and you have a little step sister now. Your father and step mother finally made the decision to send you to a foster family, and that's where you went.

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