"Perfect"

Perfect - Adj. Being complete of it's kind and without defect or blemish, "a perfect circle"; "a perfect reproduction"; "perfect happiness"; "Perfect manners"; "a perfect specimen"; "a perfect day".

That’s basically the Webster’s definition of the word, Perfect. Pretty much the way that my life had to be. Well to family and friends that is. As for me that’s not even the situation. I've been putting up a front most of my life and you would think that I would be over with it already, but I can't be anything less then "Perfect".

Born and Breed from Oyster Bay, New York. Living in a big house and always having to have the best things that man can have. You might say spoiled, but I would say cursed.

Don’t get me wrong I love all the things that have been given to me over my lifetime but no matter what people say, everything has a price.

I had to be perfect, no matter what people said. This is what I was born into and now it's everything I hate. Everything I want to live without. Everything that would crush my world in two.

My days were pretty much mapped out for me during the week. I would get up early for my workout and then I would get ready for school. If I didn't get everything done on time before school I would hear it from my mother, Lisa. That's what she has me call her. Not mom. How sad is it that your own mother tells you what to call her. As if she's trying to hide the fact that I was born, or alive for that matter. But apparently since I was in the picture she made sure that I kept up my appearance as the most popular student at school. That's where the word, Perfect, comes into play. I could not be anything less in her eyes. Not for Lisa Fiorella.

Lisa was CEO of some big company in New York City, and personally I could give a shit. Even though she was so content on knowing everything I do, I didn't really give a damn about what she did. Father, James Fiorella, was never home as well. With being an Engineer he travel’s all over the world and only comes home to say hello and goodbye. What great role models I had for parents? Of course I know I was the mistake of their marriage so they made sure that they didn't make the mistake in having another one of me.

So here I am pretty much alone in this big house and I couldn’t do anything that I found was entertaining to me, because it would mess up Lisa’s schedule for my life.

"Ashley Nicole Fiorella you better be down here in 5 minute's before you are late for your first class of senior year. You know this is your year as Prom Queen." I hated when that women would say my whole name. The first day of school and pretty much the only day that she will even acknowledge that she has a child.

I quickly checked myself in the mirror before I even graced her with my presents. Just as I was walking down the stair's she gave me that look that said what the hell are you wearing. I rolled my eyes and wanted to scream at that moment because I knew exactly what she was going to say.

One. Two. Three.

"Go back upstairs and put on what I set out for you. I did not buy you those clothes so you can ignore them and me for that matter." Lisa knew that I would do exactly what she had asked of me and I was so tired of it.

Without any words from my mouth I walked right back upstairs changed into the outfit that was lying on the foot of my bed all nice and neat. Lisa controlled my life and she knew it. I just wish that I could just ignore the fact that I let her.

OBHS (Oyster Bay High School) where all the action goes on. I guess you can say that I’ve been running this school ever since I started here back in 7th grade. It kind of had to be that way with my family. Everybody knew that we were the richest people on the Island, but I hated it. One, everybody who didn’t know you and then found out wanted to be your friend. Two, most of the girl’s who were not in my group hated me. I had to keep up my status even if it meant that I had to step on people to keep it.

That Monday morning I actually made it on time as I had parked my car in my spot and walked over to the Ladies as they were all pilled together, I’m sure talking about the Summer Gossip on Oyster Bay. Coffee in my hand and book bag on my shoulder I entered my world.

(A/N:Well this story is kinda like a point of view of how people are expected to act and I really loved writing it. Hopefully you guys enjoy it as well. All of it is fiction...the places are real but the situations are made up. Please review and tell me what you think of it so far, so I can continue the story. Enjoy!!)