Nothing's Perfect

Alexandra Taylor.
25 years old from North London. Hale End to be exact. The parts where drugs and violence are instilled into every child that lives there. Apart from a select few. Those few that hold their heads high, they don't give into peer pressure. They believe they are more than what they are destined for.

Alexandra believed that from 6 years old. Watching her dad die in front of her from gang violence, it made her want to get out of that life. To get herself away from any sort of uncontrolled rage.

So she joined the army at 16. Controlled violence was more her speed. The type of violence that doesn't require rage or knives.
It requires discipline, strategy, a sense of calm even in the battle field.

Her younger brother, Benjamin, or Ben. She doesn't know what to call him anymore. Alex hasn't seen him since he was 15, he'd now be 24.

He was a troubled kid, he fell into the gang life. Something which Alex tried to stop him getting into, but she couldn't do anything when she was stationed away and he fell right into. Their mum couldn't stop him, as much as she tried.
They used to be close, but once he was in it. He was gone, fully gone.

Alex's mum, Diane. The sweetest, most loving mother ever adores the bones off of Alex. Always calling, texting, saying how proud of her she is.

Alex doesn't see her mum much, but every time she's home, she's there. Everyday, dinners and movies curled up on her sofa. Just like she did when she was a kid.

There is one thing that Alex doesn't believe in.

Relationships.

She has always said to her best friend, Sam from school that she'll never have time for them. That the second she falls for someone, she's stationed overseas for months and they end up leaving her because they can't do it.
Alex refuses to have her heart broken. Once she gets an idea in her head, there is no way she goes back on it.