Page 1 of Imperfection is Beauty

Prologue

Scarlett

You know that moment?

That moment when something hits you square in the face, and you know there is nothing you can do about it?

Yeah? Well… welcome to my life.

Welcome to the story of a girl who had herpulsemoment when she met the one. The one she knew she would spend the rest of her life with.

Thepulse, according to my dad, Grenade, my uncles, Snake, Tyne, Beast, and Hyde, was a feeling deep in your soul that sends an electrical current shooting through your body when your soul recognizes its other half.

Sounds like a great story, doesn’t it?

Yeah, see, that’s what I thought.

However, it was a crying shame that he hadn’t experienced thepulse.

Not when he did what he did and then walked off. It was almost as if he hadn’t realized my entire world had stopped spinning.

And then… it started to spin around one person.Him.

And I highly doubted he even registered the importance of what he did for me.

And… well… I doubted if he even really saw me.

And this is how the story started.

They all need to start somewhere, right?

Sadly, mine started off shitty.

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It was the last day of classes – we had already taken our SATs and our end-of-year exams, and the final bell had rung.

Goodbye, high school.

I’d say it’s been great… but it has not.

The girls all wanted to be me.

What was so special about me? The reason for it, well, it was the yin to any teenager’s yang. And if they say it’s not, well, then they are liars. All the way liars.

The boys called me names you wouldn’t believe.

And wasn’t it funny to call a girl, a whore, and she is still a virgin… hmmm… do the math. Two plus two does not equal six.

Why do you ask?

Why did the girls want to be me, and the boys make fun of me? Oh, and let’s not forget the teachers. They were the worst of them all.

Especially Ms. Mewker. My English Lit teacher.

My dad turned her down cold because she was one of my teachers. And she never, and I mean, she never let me forget it.

Thankfully, the principal, the only sane one in that whole school, listened to what I told him when she gave me a thirty-five on an essay I had written. And then followed that up with a twenty-seven on the next one. Ummm, I know they were good.

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