F**king Perfect

This continues Anna’s story, first seen in Worst Topping Ever and then in False Alarm.

Her mother’s three inch heels echoed off the lockers, the halls emptied for the day. Anna fought to keep up with the angry pace and stumbled, tripping on her skirt.

“Don’t dawdle. I’m already going to be ten minutes late to the Sheldon showing.”

She followed her mother out the school doors, squinting as she climbed into her mother’s convertible. The top was up, like always. Her mother would pull over a few blocks from her appointment and put it down, ensuring her hair remained perfectly placed.

Everything always had to be perfect.

Anna was her only failure.

“Why did you do it?”

“How do you -”

“I’ve had twelve years to learn your poker face. What were you thinking?”

Anna tucked her feet beneath her skirt again, hoping they’d reach their destination before she had to answer.

“You’re grounded for two weeks either way, so you might as well come clean.”

Tears pricked Anna’s eyes. “They started it!”

“Who started what?”

“Carmen and her friends. They stole my photos!”

“I’m listening.” Anna could almost hear her mother raising an eyebrow.

“We took pictures with film and everybody had nine photos, but they took eight of mine!” Spoken aloud it seemed so trivial, nothing to be bothered over.

Yet it was everything and she couldn’t stop her tears.

“I’m still listening.”

“I had to get them back. I hid their clothes while they were in the shower and pulled the fire alarm,” Anna nearly smiled at the memory of them dripping, clutching towels as they were forced to evacuate.

The car pulled to a stop in front of a house stamped “for sale”.

Her mother got out of the car. “Wait here. And next time? Don’t get caught.” She walked to the house, heels clicking the way.

Anna stared after her, stunned. It was the closest sign of approval she’d gotten from her mother in years.

Hands shaking she pulled her iPod out of her backpack, scrolling through her songs until she found it.

The song she played to blot out the taunting until Carmen tattled and it was confiscated with a warning to never use it in class again.

The song she dreamed her mother would sing to her.

Pink’s words swirled into her ears.

“Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me.”

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We’ve asked you to show us in 400 words or less how your character reacts to a piece of music. Did music advance a story line or flesh out a character–or both?

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Concrit is welcome as always. It would be greatly appreciated as I have been struggling with words these last few weeks and want to find my fictional voice again.

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About Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos

Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood: 1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat. She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains. You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos (www.writingwithchaos.com) sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing. It's cheaper than therapy.
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5 Responses to F**king Perfect

  1. Victoria KP says:

    This is great! I love the little details that paint such a great picture of the mother–the convertible with the top up, the 3 inch heels clicking on the floor.

  2. Kevin says:

    The prank made me laugh. Nice touch.

    Love that song, by the way.

  3. CDG says:

    I love that she got those girls back, and like her mother (who maybe isn’t so bad after all? maybe?) I hope she just doesn’t get caught next time.

    There. I said it.

  4. Renee says:

    I love her mother’s response and the way it made her feel.
    And that her mother knows her so well, that says a lot.
    Well done, glad to see you back!

  5. Carrie says:

    I wonder if she and her mother aren’t so different ? Maybe mom was a hellion in school too, or the one the others picked on.

    I love the dynamic you’ve crafted. These are some good characters

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