Prologue:

Perfect is a seven letter word. I am a perfectionist. I love it when everything falls into its place.

Last year everything was perfect. My mother and father were happily in love, my brother got a perfect score on his SAT’s, I made the Varsity Volleyball team, and Alex Holdmen loved me back.

Alex was MY prince charming.

He had the perfectly spiked jet black hair and the perfect white teeth.

He had the perfect body and a perfect GPA.

He was captain of the soccer team

He was class president.

He was PERFECT.

But everything perfect isn’t perfect because they have flaws.

Faster than I could say stop, my mother died, my brother began to forget things here and there, my varsity letter was taken away from me, and Alex dumped me for the more perfect girl.

Perfect is only a seven letter word. Perfection doesn’t last forever.