Not Perfect

Laura-Banister

Not Perfect

Not Perfect

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This is part of the introduction to the book

Getting Ready

A giggle from the wardrobe startled me.

“I remember wearing this when I lost my V plates”. Emily stepped

out of the cupboard holding a dark blue halter-neck short dress. “Year

8, Jayden Wallace, on the beach”. Her eyes dazed with the memory of

her first sexual encounter. She smiled sweetly before tossing the

dress at me.

“Here, you wear it, it’ll help you get lucky” Emily always enjoyed

teasing me at the fact that I was still a virgin at 16 and she wasn’t. I

laughed as I caught the dress before it hit my face, then gave her a

disgusted look.

“I don’t think so Emily. It must have too many shocking memories

of that night that I seriously don’t want to know about”. Emily giggle,

snatching the dress from my hands and hanging it back up in the

wardrobe. She continued searching her cupboard as I sat quietly on

the edge of her bed looking around her room. Her room was large,

and pink; pink walls, pink bed sheets, pink curtains, pink everything. A

large double bed sat in the middle of her room, a study table to the

right and a walk-in wardrobe to the left that held so many clothes in it,

you’d think it was a shopping mall.

“I have it!” she called out from the back of the wardrobe, stepping

out with two dresses in her hand. One was a short, sparkling,

strapless, pink dress, with purple swirls on it. The other was a short,

plain, strapless red dress. Emily held the pink dress up to her body.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“On you… Very sexy” I answered back giggling. She laughed and

tossed the red dress at me.

“Never been worn” she said as I caught the dress. I stood up and

held the dress to my body, looking at it in the wardrobe mirror. Emily’s

whistle suddenly made me turn just in time to catch the pair if silver

diamond studded stilettos she threw at me. They were brand new,

never been worn. The tag was even still on them. I carefully tore the

tag off, not wanting to look at the price of them. I hated wearing

expensive things, but it seemed like that’s all Emily ever had. Her

mum gave her everything she wanted, or rather, gave Emily the

money to buy whatever she pleased.