Strutting up to school Lydia Martin knew her place. It was at the top. She had it all. The money that could make Bill Gates jealous, the brains that could match Einstein himself, the looks that would cause Megan Fox to grow green with envy, the popularity status greater than Regina George herself, and the boyfriend not even Taylor Swift could imagine.
Life was perfect for Lydia. She had Yale, Harvard, Columbia, Dartmouth, Brown, Penn, Cornell, and Princeton all fighting over who would be the one to snatch up the bright young scholar. She had become a certified CNA and was getting all the necessary experience of working at a hospital. She of course was one step ahead of the game and was soaking up medical terms and procedures like a sponge.
Her boyfriend Jackson was the hottest and most popular guy in school. She always had the best parties at her million dollar mansion and had her latest bash which was Friday all planned out in advance. Of course she had it all planned out. Lydia Martin was a perfectionist.
Everything is always planned out. And everything always goes the way Lydia wanted it to go. Her heels clicked on the concrete and her heart skipped a beat thinking about the time. Lydia was never late to anything. She was always exactly fifteen minutes early to everything.
A few girls in her AP chemistry waved to her and she gave them a big smile while wishing them a good morning.
She could hear indistinct chatter around her as she approached the front steps of the school and faintly she could hear the noise of some skinny brunette boy and his friend telling her that she looked beautiful. Of course she did.
Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a neat messy bun lacking any stray pieces, and her blue blazer, white button down and dark brown high waisted skirt, paired with nude heels set her one step ahead of the rest of the girls who were wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. Lydia looked perfect and of course she should. She was a perfectionist. She looked down at her purple coffee mug which had "I'm not bossy, I'm the boss" written on the front with a smirk. She took a long gulp knowing that she would not be able to complete her day without caffeine.
First period was a breeze of course. Calculus was a skill she had mastered as an online class back when she was twelve. Sitting down at her desk right in front she placed her leather backpack down and got out her disinfectant wipes.
After cleaning the surface of her desk she got out her purple color coordinated notebook, binder, pencil, and pen out of it and meticulously arranged it on top of her desk. While the teacher went over how they would be studying common integration properties Lydia reached into her backpack and pulled out her bottle of hand sanitizer and quickly washed her hands with it after setting it on her desk. She knew that she would be using it at least nine more times that class period. Nine was the average amount of time. Lydia had done the calculations in her head. On a good day where she never had to touch any other surface other than her already sanitized desk she would only use it twice in an hour. On bad days where she was required to do group activities and hands on work she could use it at least twenty.
Her teacher finished up going over some of the basic chapters this year and Lydia made a mental note in her mind of everything. She got out a piece of paper and wrote down everything they would be studying. After she was done writing it in purple gel pencil she checked everything off.
She had learned all of this long ago. She just loved making lists. Looking at the checked off list her heart gave a little flutter. She knew everything in the class. She was ahead. She was perfect. Everything in her life was in it's proper order and place. This year was going to be easy for her and she sat back in her chair clearly relaxed as she shot her hand up for every answer.