Prologue

Pressure Perfect: Silently Screaming

Perfect sister. Perfect granddaughter. Perfect friend. Perfect cheerleader. Perfect student. Perfect grades. Perfect clothes. Perfect girl friend. Perfect hair. Perfect shoes. Perfect body. Perfect smile. Perfect eyes. Perfect teath. Perfect person.

Perfect pressure.

I'm the most popular girl in school. Every guy wants me. Every girl wants to be me. I am the air of Baker High. Do I sound conceited? Probably. But I speak the truth. No exaggeration. No lies.

I see the envious looks on people's faces when I walk down the halls. I see them hanging on my every word. If I say "Jump." They ask, "How high?"

I'm surrounded by friends everyday. I'm rarely ever physically alone. But yet I feel I am alone.

I scream all day everyday. But no one notices. No one even looks up. I am alone.

People think I have the perfect life. I'm beautiful. I'm popular. I'm cheerleader captin. I'm class president. I have swarms of guys who want me to be their girlfriend. How wrong people are.

Now I know what you are thinking. Poor little spoiled popular girl...I know I would probably think the same thing if I where you. And I know people have it worst off them me...

But I hate my life...

I hate myself actually.

I feel as if I am screaming...

But nobody notices me screaming...

Nobody hears me...

Nobody cares...

...But then again I'm perfect...

If only people knew...

If only people knew how perfect, I Prudence Victoria Halliwell, really am...not...

Maybe I would not longer see those envious glances...

...Maybe then my screams would be heard...

TBC...?