Perfect! Not Me
My life is not perfect. Um, yeah not even close. At one time it was, but, that was before
(A) My pretty-much ancient Dad decided to make-out with some 20 year old, blond jezebel from his yoga
class
(B) My best friend, (correction, EX-best friend) Marin, decided to ditch me for, Miss. Oh-so-popular, I-
have-a-boyfriend, Jessie Davis.(who, BTW, fell off the popularity ladder a long time ago. I'm pretty sure
she's in juvie for dealing Marijuana, anyway.)
(C) I became a grammar loving, greasy haired, glasses wearing dork
Option (A) bothers me the most. How could he do that? And right in front of his daughter? Yeah, that's
right, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I had went to surprise him at yoga by showing up and buying him ice
cream. A nice, sweet, simple gesture to show him how much I love him, and how does he re-pay me?
Feeling the love, Dad. Feeling. The. Love.
I really don't care about it anymore though. Long story short, my Mom found out and kicked him out. That
was three years ago, AND the last time I saw him.
Option (B) wasn't as painful, but, I'm still not over it. Marin and I were so close. Everyone knew us. By
coincidence, her last name was Sugar, and mine was Spice. We always thought that that was a sign. At l
east, I did. We were both beautiful, she was the browner, exotic beauty while I was a blond, all-
American girl. She was deep, I was bubbly. Talk about trading places. Now, I can barely mutter hello to
my teacher in the morning, while I watch her sit there and yap on and on to some other beautiful popular
person who dosen't know I exist.
Why am I telling you all this? Because, I want you to know how I became Option (C). I'm going into the
ninth grade next fall, and I absolutely, positively WILL NOT live out my high-school days as a dork. No
matter WHAT it takes.