Perfect

         "Honey, it's time to leave! Hurry up so we can go!" my mom yelled through the door. I put on a long sleeved light purple t-shirt to cover up the bruises and a pair of jeans to cover up my scrawny legs. What was left of my golden hair was pulled back into the perfect ponytail to hide the missing chunks of hair. I put on makeup to give color to my skin and cover up the tiredness in my eyes. My toothbrush was used to hide the fact that I threw up again this morning and gave my breath a minty smell. I put on a chunky necklace to draw attention away from my face and body. Pink, glossy lipstick was to be applied to my peaky looking lips. All I want is to make it through high school without people feeling sorry for me and finding out I am going to die in 3 months. I have a rare case a pancreatic cancer and all I want is to remain the most popular girl in school and class president. I look in the mirror one last time. Great, perfect.