Perfect
Perfect. Definition: the one who makes no mistakes. The one who everyone looks up to. A.k.a. me.
So basically my life's pretty normal. I'm a tomboy. I run track, play softball, and swim. My best friends are all guys. Sean, Spinner, and Craig. Being friends with them makes me friends with all of their friends. That means I'm friends with pretty much the whole 10th and 11th grades. We hang out all of the time. They bring their girlfriends with them to hang out and I just tag along. Sean's got Ellie because he and I didn't work out. Spinner has Paige and Craig is with Ashley. Me well let's just say I'm not that great with relationships. Sean, no. Chris, well he and I didn't have that much in common. Other than that I've got my brother my parents my friends my school work and of course my sports. So as you can see I'm pretty normal. Well except for the fact that a bunch of problems always come to me. Though I have to be strong. Always looking out for others not myself. That's right Emma Nelson, environmental crusader, the emotional rock, the one with all the answers. And yet no one looks past that certain cliché. No one ever really sees how much I suffer, the pressure I get put under. Trying to be perfect, trying as hard as I can to stand tall on the pedestal raised so high in the air when I just want to come back down, be me, make mistakes and not be judged. That'll never happened because everyone judges everyone else, with their little glances, making holes in your back, watching your every move, waiting for you to screw up. In fact I haven't met one person who hasn't judged someone else once because no one's perfect. They just want you to be. My life has completely fallen apart before. There are times when I could've been the most miserable person in all of Toronto, but you know what, I still had a smile on my face. If I didn't have that smile people wouldn't care about me. They know me as the smiley-good hearted- girl that never messes up. So why am I talking about perfections and judgment of others. Well the story I'm about to tell you about is how I screwed up. My imperfections and everyone else's judgments, and how I dealt. How I pulled my life apart and pulled it together just as easily. Being the perfect girl everyone knows you and is nice to you. Respects you. As the girl whose life is unstable and hectic, well let's just say you're not going to be voted for prom queen any longer and you're not going to be the one person everyone looks to for hope. Your one of them now: lost in the tangled webs of which we call life. Are you ready? My life got turned upside down but it didn't stop there.
This is my story.