PERFECT

CHAPTER 1

CHARLOTTE

Have you ever wondered maybe your dream is actually your reality, and your reality is your dream? Maybe it's only me, oh well. My name is Charlotte Alexandra Carol. Although very poor, I am blessed in many ways than one, I have both of my parent in my life which I am extremely great full for. My parent always try their best in order to make me happy. I don't know what would have become of me without them, would I still be alive? would I have a home? All this questions always run through my head whenever I think about my life. Am a weirdo I know, but I am human, if I don't think about this stuff how will I differ from an animal. In all my 17 years of life, I have never had to worry about anything even though I have every right to, I'm so poor I am sponsored by a kid in Africa, in fact I am so poor I rub perfume from magazines on my shirt ...and when they say "oh you smell good, what is that? I say page 5. I laughed in my head I crack myself up. Ok in all seriousness I shouldn't be making am so poor jokes right now, I need to finish my homework.

"Charlotte" I heard my mum called my name

"Yeah" I answered back to her

"have you had your special tea today?" she asked, I rolled my eyes she always make sure I had that disgusting tea every single day due to my health issues, without the tea I get major headache that nothing but the tea cures. I've always wondered where she gets the tea from, as the doctors had never prescribed it to me. I laid on my bed for a little while closing my eyes. Until I heard my mother's voice gain

"CHARLOTTE, I know you heard me" I signed heavily feeling my headache coming on, I better take that tea right now or I will regret everything later on. I got off my bed going down the stairs to the kitchen. I walked up to my mum and hugged her resting my head on her shoulder while she rubs my back.

"How was school today" she asked, it was more of a statement than a question. I groaned loudly

"It was okay, had basketball practice and all" she nodded her head, while her wyes landed on the tea, I pretended I didn't see her

"Don't ignore me, go take your tea before it's too late" I groaned again loudly walking to the kitchen picking up the tea bag and boil the water in the kettle. I don't understand why I have to take this thing before a certain time. I remember the first time I was upset at my mum, and as her punishment or so I thought, I refused to drink the tea and the time I was supposed to take t by passed. That was the very first time I have ever witnessed both my parent mad at me, it was so strange to me as it was unlike anything have ever seen, they locked me up in my room for two weeks and the only time the door opened was for me to use the bathroom. It was the worst experience had ever experience, no food and no water. I shivered and continued to make my tea.