Summary: Dallas is the perfect being. As far as she can tell, that means participating in all the cult rituals, performing miracles at regular intervals, and never doing anything that might offend anyone ever. No wonder she ran away.
"I am the perfect being."
I waited a moment to see if I liked the way that that sounded today.
Nope, I decided after a moment. Still sounded pretentious.
"Who wants to be perfect, anyway?" I asked my reflection. I certainly didn't. The expectations were much too high.
"And how can there even be expectations for a perfect being?" I muttered, pulling out my ergonomically designed toothbrush.
"I mean," I told my reflection as applied the recommended pea-size amount of toothpaste onto the soft bristles, "Who even knows how a perfect being is supposed to act?"
"If people knew how a perfect being was supposed to act then why aren't they acting that way?" I managed to ask around my brushing.
After the requisite three minutes of vigorous yet gentle brushing, I spit and rinsed. I glanced at my reflection again while I wiped my mouth off with the fresh hand towel beside the sink. "I'll tell you why. Because no one wants to be perfect. So I fail to see why perfect beings have to act that way. They should be able to do what they want without fear of what all the imperfect people around them will say."
I refolded the towel and set it back in its spot then turned away to finish getting ready for today.
"You're still the perfect being," my reflection called after me.
I grimaced distastefully. "Don't remind me."
I live! Amazing, I know. Here's a new story idea that's been in the back of my mind for a long time. It's finally demanded that I put away all the textbooks and leave all of my friends to put it on paper so much that I had no choice but to finally do it. I'm about two chapters ahead of what I'm posting so I've got my fingers crossed on updating this in a timely matter.
As for ICAGW and my other stories, I'm not sure what I'm doing with them. Writing has been kinda on the backburner lately but I'm officially done with my junior year of college tomorrow so we'll see if the writing bug starts bothering me about my old stories more this summer. Not a very promising statement, and I apologize profusely to all the people that have been patiently (and impatiently) waiting for more on those fronts, but it's the cold hard truth at this point.