Personal Narrative: Perfection Doesn T Exist

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Perfection Doesn’t Exist
Perfection doesn’t exist. I found this out previously when I moved to Atlanta, Georgia and stumbled across a perfect seeming character. And just like any other story, this character turned out to best friend.

Jade Benoit was her name. She was not the perfect everyone usually visualizes. She was more the perfect of how I imagined a perfect girl should be. She had straight black hair, intense, calculating, brown eyes, a perfect pink smile with straight teeth, and tall yet not over-tall height. Her perfection was not only in outward, physical appearance but also from within. Her words favoured who she was speaking to, her gaze calmed the opposite person, and her actions represented those of a responsible young
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I was a scrawny, too tall girl, with plain black eyes and a light upward fixture of the lips. I usually had no intention to smile at passer-byers and mostly just responded with a casual, carefree,”Hi.” I wasn’t a social service freak like Jade was an often appeared as a lazy, procrastinator next to my beloved friend.

Despite all of this, one day, I found Jade to be a regular girl, one who is minorly flawed and needed the assistance of another soul. That lucky soul happened to be me.

It was a bright Saturday afternoon, and I passed by Jade’s house longing for a walk under the sunshine. A rainbow was peeking around the tops of trees and while I was fantasizing over the magnificence of the rainbow, Jade’s mom called me up for a snack. I obliged and peeked into Jade’s room.

Jade was lying face down on her perfectly made bed, with her perfectly dark hair sprawled all around her. Her magenta rimmed glasses were tossed over the edge of the bed and this slight recklessness sparked my attention that something was definitely wrong. I didn’t want to wrinkle the flawlessly made bed, so I pulled out her chair and plopped
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To piece together the words and form a conclusion, but failed. Meanwhile, Jade managed to calm down and tell me the actual story.

“My dad lost his job and now we have to move to find him a new one. The place where I am moving to doesn’t let me join the Gifted program so I have to take the tst all over again! New school, new friends, new everything! Oh how am I going to cope with all of this in the middle of the year?”, asked a very flustered Jade. Hmm...maybe Jade could stay at my house until the end of the year…. “How about you stay at my house until the end of the year?!”, I exclaimed. “Maybe, we can arrange a bedroom for you. After all, there is only two months left of schol…”

Soon after, my parents accepted the idea and so did Jade’s parents. The bad news was that Jade must’ve been so flustered that the change in her became very noticeable. She lost a tremendous amount of weight, bags started forming under her eyes after the nights of staying up to earn extra credit to pull up the falling grades, and the sudden social distance she was maintaining. The usually talkative Jade now became a replica of myself. I didn’t get the cause of her sadness, now that she still has everything, but I tried my best to help

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