Define Perfect

I woke up from the sound of thunder. It sat on my window, watching me sleep and wating until I was aware to hide from me, because If I were to tell anyone I saw it, I would be called the liar. I looked in the mirror across from my bed and grabbed the silver brush from the side table, brushing out the golden ringlets. I was classicly beautiful and probably the object of most teenage boys' dreams in District 1. This actually annoys me because I can never get time to myself, or space to breath for that matter. I sometimes wish I were ugly, or like really annoying so people wouldn't bother me, I like being alone.

I know I slept late, but I know my dad wouldn't care. Breakfast is probably already made, not that I'm hungry. I sit up, putting my knees under my butt, which actually is flat, and tilting my head to the side. My silk pajamas are so confortable, with a monogramed L on it. I know they were expensive, imported from the capitol, though I heard they were a gift from President Slate.

"Lace, wake up I'm serious" I hear a strong male voice and know its my obnoxious older brother. Now before I tell you his name, don't get me wrong I'm from District 1 and I know how names get, but I think his name is one of the worsts, Leather. Sadly, Leather has skyrocketed as a District 1 name after he won the games. I think I was 12, but watching him was the most terrifing thing because the whole time I thought he was going to die and every night I would creep up to my room and cry for hours because all I wanted was my brother back. And I prayed and begged for someone out there to bring him home. Now that he's back, sometimes I wonder about my 12 year old self. But now I'm 16, things have changed.

Leather banged harder agianst my white bedroom door.

"Go away Leath" I snaped, laying back in my bed and rolling over so a white pillow covered my gold ringlets. He was so annoying but I adored him. I always try to keep up with his level but I cant, physically he's amazing. As a brother, he's tough on me, always pushing me past my limits, which as resulted in me getting sick so many times I cringe at the thought.

Leather laughed, "Fine, I'll tell that to your boyfriend"

Now even though I hate attention, I like it from one person, Brendon Acton. He has said "I love you" so many times I have counted less stars. Brendon adores me, which is funny because I don't see that much worth adoration honeslty. All I have is a pretty face and family history. In this world, thats enough to get all eyes expectantly on you. I hate the pressure, everyone looks at me like Im supposted to be amazing, like looking at a newborn bird and asking it to fly right away. Im not ready to leave my nest but the world is pushing me, telling me that If I cant fly yet, I better learn fast. Brendon taught me how to get my wings.

"What about my boyfriend?" I asked him accusingly, not wanting to bring Brendon into this, what we have is special; not to be ruined by Leather.

"He's outside I told him you wern't ready," Leather said sounding bored of waiting for me.
I shurgged, not really minding if he saw me like this. He's seen me worse, like when I break down in tears, crying because I know that soon it will be me. I guess you could call me sensitive or whatever but I see it as letting my emotions show instead of holding them in. I just only show them to him...no one else has seen me cry. I plan to keep it that way. Tears are for your pillow.

"Just tell him to come up" I say back, brushing my hair out again untill I look normal. I guess I'm lucky that relationship wise, my dad's not strict. He kinda lets me do whatever with Bren, not that I don't set boundries my self. Brendon has come to my house many times though, and he was been with me many nights for nothing had happened, we're still teenagers. I hear footsteps banging outside my room, we are very fourtunate to have 2 floors, most people here have only 1. Having 2 victors in your family comes in handy. I hear a soft nock before my angel appears at my door. I guess people say that Angel's are girly and girls are whatever but Brendon is my angel, sent to keep me from insanity. Well, I guess my knight in shining armor would work too.

People don't get me I guess, they just don't know how I feel and they're too obsorbed in the confort of conformity that they never get the guts to ask. Brendon poked his adorable brown hair into the doorway, his eyes dancing when he spotted me. "Now I've got brownies!" He said holding up a small container with brownies his mom probably made for his little sisters.

I laugh, throwing my head back and opening my arms expectantly for a hug, "Come here.." I say as Bredon quickly puts the dessert down and grabbs my waist on the bed,
"I love you Lace" he wispered into my ear softly. I can't help but blush everytime he says that to me.

"I love..." I start before being engulfed in a long romantic kiss. Flying up to the stars and back down, I dont know how to describe a kiss. It just happens you feel it and you feel like every superpower you've ever wanted you get for the next 30 seconds, or however long it lasts. Sometimes, when I kiss him I feel like my stress was gone, nobody expected anything of me. No one judged me just because I'm pretty, and people actually got to know me.

Brendon laughed, laying on top of me and we wrestled around for a bit. He won most of the time but I was stronger then I looked. But I felt as if everything was right, and if this were a movie it would be shot with fun music behind it. I was happy. happy, I wish Icould freeze time, and spend forever happy. Because I knew that happiness would only last a few more hours.

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