Waiting For Perfection

Twenty

It was now Monday and I couldn't help but feel anxious about going to school.

Last week I had gotten off easy since he decided that he didn't feel like pushing me around but I had a feeling that this week would be different and I was never wrong about these types of intuitions.

As I was getting ready to go to school I could hear my mothers loud voice from all the way up the stairs. But I was already having enough problems at school so I couldn't be bothered to care about my mothers daily judgments.

I had pushed the thoughts of him in the back of my mind and thought that it would be a good idea to wear a dress. It was mid-march and since it was supposed to be a sunny day today I went with a flowery white dress that went a little past my knees.

I let my hair down today and put on some basic makeup that included foundation, mascara, and some pink lipstick; all in all I thought I looked pretty good.

But what I didn't know was that I would also end up regretting even trying.