Miss. Perfect
“Athena… The signs are everywhere. Something is wrong with me. My crush doesn't like me, my family has no faith in me, I… I suck, Athena… “I cry, and she hugs me.
“Eliza, you're stunning. Your perfect brown eyes are full of energy and life. They tell so many tales and sing so many beautiful songs… “She replies, and I push her hands off my shoulders.
“Stop reciting poems to me, Athena! You're talking like you'd trade your perfect blue eyes with my dull brown ones if you could! “I retort.
“No, I won't. Because I'm grateful for what God gave me, and not because yours aren't pretty.
Eliza, have you seen your perfect coal-black hair? “She questions and I shut my eyes in frustration.
“Do you know
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