Perfect

1. Perfect

Year 12 hit me hard. And it wasn't just the schoolwork ;)

I know it shouldn't since everyone calls me 'Miss Perfect.' According to everyone, I have a perfect life in this 'perfect' school.

I'm just telling you what I've heard.

"Move, Cami!" yells a screeching, high pitched voice.

There's only one person that could be. Bianca. Legit tho, like her voice is so annoyingly high pitched like, Alvin and the chipmunks are fucking quaking. 

Oh, how I fucking hate her. She's my competition. Always wanting to ruin me. She vowed that she'd destroy me by year 12. Well, I'm year 12 now and she said that 5 years ago.

How can such an untalented, ugly pig have such a talented and hot boyfriend?

Xavier Tiles. He's the captain of every sports team, top of each subject too and is amazing at so many things, but he is most talented at his favourite subject, Design and Technology. Not to mention, he is super-hot.

"I'm sorry Bianca," I say "But why should we move, exactly?" We are standing at our lockers, in the hallway. How does this bother her? We used to like each other. What happened? Wait, I almost forgot, she's an absolute bitch. And I'm an absolute sexloving princess.

Instead of responding, she shoves us out of the way and struts over to Xavier. I almost tumble over but I'm caught by Ingrid.

"Oh shit," I mumble "Thanks Ing, I almost fainted from the stench of a fake bitch.

"The most popular girl in school." Everyone would whisper as I walk past. Don't get me wrong, I guess it is nice being popular, but at the same time, people misinterpret who I am.

I stop by the main office, to where the receptionist sits, like she's been expecting me. My school is massive, 5 stories and it takes ages to walk down 2 stories just to get to the reception. The school is really fucking awesome though, in the middle of modern and classic. Anyway, the receptionist, Mrs Allen hands me a stack of papers .Ah. My results from Year 11 exams, though I wasn't here to receive them.

'Year 11 Exams - 99.76%

Holy shit! That's really good, I flick through my results then put it in my bag. First period is starting. My girls and I move to English.

Let me explain who are 'My Girls.' There's Abbey, Ingrid, Ally, Lana and me, Cami.

Abbey is like your basic teenage old soul, she is absolutely obsessed with old, rock music and has her own electric guitar and not to mention super on trend. Lana is like your inspirational and empowering feminist friend. She is super passionate about girl power and all that stuff. Once she even challenged a boy to a fight because he called girls weak, and she messed him up for weeks. Ingrid is your bakeaholic who makes the best chocolate brownies. Ally is the athlete, she is a runner, swimmer, boxer, basket-baller and soccer player and I guess I'm the perfect one, all smart, pretty, athletic. Just everything my friends have again, not my words. DON'T THINK IM A NARCASSIST!!! 

We all love each other so fucking much. We try to catch up every weekend, even if it's to study, but we love spending girl time with each other. There's so much chaos with a new, stressful year and all my besties having boyfriends.

I don't have a boyfriend. That's mainly because there are so many guys chasing me already, I'm so bored and tired of boys. Plus, I want to keep up my 'perfect' life.

Ms Irving, our teacher is extremely late, so we start to chat.

"What's up for this weekend?" Ingrid asks.

We all know what.

"Beach!" We all sing together. Not literally sing. 

"Boyfriends, or no boyfriends, that is the question," Lana recites.

"They can tag along," Abbey says, shrugging her shoulders.

Before anybody can say anything, the whole class quiets down. For a second I thought that Ms Irving arrived, but no. Coming through the door is Xavier. His sweet eyes meet mine and I quickly smile. Xavier smiles back and sits down in the seat two rows in front of me. I sigh dreamily. I wonder if he knows who I am.

My bubble is then burst when I see someone else walk through the door.

Bianca.