We're not Always Perfect
Chapter 1
Imperfection is the definition of her reality. But of course,
being the good friends they were, everyone called Ana perfect.
She didn't see it. Looking past her clear skin and pearly white teeth,
she focused on her personality. With her friends, she was a happy,
fun loving girly girl. But on the inside, there was so much more.
Unfortunately for her, her mother signed her up for therapy.
Not your usual, sit-on-a-green-couch-while-talking-about-my-problems
therapy, but GROUP therapy. Ana didn't like the thought of group therapy.
She wasn't used to telling other teenagers her problems, only pros.
"Ana?" It's time to go!" her mother called, interuppting her train
of thought. "Okay mother, be down in a minute." she grabbed her old
Mickey Mouse bag and left the room. "I really don't need this, I've changed
alot!" Ana yelled as she walked down the stairs. Her mother hesitated,
"Yes baby, I know. I just.. I want you to be safe." She said this very quietly.
She was like that for a while, quiet. "Whatever." Ana whispered, pulling
at her black Hollister v-neck. Her mother grabbed her arm tight, revealing
Ana's scars. "When you have these, you don't say whatever to being safe."
Ana turned away, then ran to the car and locked herself in. She tried not to
cry, but failed. Her mother got in, and turned on Adele. She knew Ana loved
Adele, so she knew Ana was upset when she turned her off. "Look, I'm
sorry Ana. I'm just still shaken up by your suicidal-" "No, mom. Do not say
suicidal accident. It was NOT an accident." Ana said, with rage. "And NO,
I will not ever tell you why." Her mother wouldn't look at her. But Ana saw the
tears in her mother's eyes. "You;re going to be late." she whispered, turning
off the car. "Hmph." Ana said. Her mother walked slowly to the house, and
came back five minutes later. "Get out," she said, "group's tomorrow."
Hope you guys liked it. :) Ch.2 coming soon!
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