Indescribable beauty( or is it really?)
"aww" yawned Sheila, as she stretched gracefully, when she woke up.
Sunlight poured through the light pink curtains, and birds twittered softly, in the background.
As per usual her slender glass of orange juice was there for her, and the toast popped out of the toaster, just as she laid her chocolaty, brown eyes on it. Sheila's life, was perfectly perfect. Not just seemingly amazing, but perfect. She lived in Pleasantville (just north of smallville) and this place was perfect. Everything was perfect, perfect people, places, shops; and everything of these was placed in a strategically perfect area.
All the people were beautiful, unfortunately, something perfect had been missed from their insides, and there personality's were all indescribably ugly.
But anyway, back to Sheila's perfect day. She brushed her blonde, shiny, hair, and ate her breakfast. Her hair glinted in the sun, and swished delightfully, as though air was being gently pushed through it. Everyday, as today, she would stare in the mirror, and kiss herself, as she was pretty self-obsessed, no one else mattered to her so she might as well pay as much attention to herself as possible. She was also very vain, and whenever she saw a shiny surface, much like a mirror she could not help but stare into it, to make sure she was as perfectly perfect as possible.
She had the need for money. Or rather the greed. And her job satisfied this well, she was working for herself, and only herself. Sheila worked on her own, and you could say she was lonely, but maybe some self obsessed people are- they have no time for anyone but themselves. You may think this story is quite cynical. But sometimes, you have to be harsher than the truth to get through to people. To be continued………..