Breaking Perfection

Perfect. It’s a word I’d grown accustom to hearing my entire life. Since I was a baby I was the perfect, quiet little girl whom never cried or whined. I had the most perfect soft, golden curls and lagoon blue eyes. Then, I’d grown up. I began to talk and had perfect manners and perfect grades. As I entered New York City’s elite private high school I had the perfect body and perfect boyfriend, still remaining perfectly at the very top of my class. I was head cheerleader and graduated valedictorian with perfect attendance.
So, when it was time for me to choose where I’d go to school, it was a no-brainer. I needed to get as far away from perfection as humanly possible, London, England. I’d been accepted to Kings College and in just a week, my plane will land and I will finally, finally break free of perfection.