Personal Narrative: To Be A Perfect Home

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“If this is how my life is going to be like then I don’t want it anymore. I can’t deal with the stress of trying to be perfect - the perfect student, perfect daughter, perfect girlfriend - the perfect everything. It’s impossible to put my life back together again, so I should stop.”
* * * “Mom, I’m home!” I shouted while I entered my house, my voice echoing through the empty rooms. I guess nobody’s home. I went upstairs to “do my homework” while I watch LAW & ORDER, like I do every single other day. My boyfriend, Shaun Smith a.k.a. The quarterback of the football team, is the dreamiest and best person on this planet. Basically every time I come from school and say i’m “doing my homework” I mean i’m texting him. That’s when I realize I still go to school; I’m a straight A student, always have been and always will be. I have a lot of goals and priorities for myself and for the future: make it into an Ivy League school, pay back my parents for all the sacrifices they have done for me and have a family someday. But those are just dreams I want to become true, so I’m starting with finishing high school with a 4.0 GPA. That meant I was going to spend my night studying, just like every single other day. * * * “Julia, get over here, I haven’t talked to you in so long!” Rachel yelled at Julia from the other side of the lunch table. “So I heard a rumor was going around that you and Shaun . . . “ Rachel is Julia’s B.F.U.W.D. (Best Friend Until We Die). They made that name when they were 6 and its been like that forever. Rachel knows everything about Julia and Julia knows everything about Rachel. She was the only friend that Julia could count on for everything, which meant losing her was not an option. Besides that, all Rachel did was blab 24/7; that gave time for Julia to do some extra studying for her history test on Friday. * * * “So how was everyone’s day?” I asked my parents, looking at them both. Dad kept cutting his steak while Mom moved her vegetables around. During dinner time - the only time that we actually talk to each other - was something I looked forward to every single day. Today was different though, my parents wouldn’t look up from their plates and I was the one starting the conversation. “Mom? How was your day?” I questioned her, peeking down at her face. But, there was still no answer from her, not even a slight sign she was awake. “What about you Dad?” He kept eating his broccoli as if I didn’t even exist. “Someone tell me what’s going on. Right. Now,” I demanded from them, banging my fist on the table. They both looked up, startled by the fact I was even sitting right in front of them. “Sorry sweetie. I’m just ti...ti...Oh, sorry for yawning. I’m just tired from work today,” Mom sighed and looked back down at her food again. That was the most pathetic excuse I have ever heard in my whole entire life; that yawn couldn’t have fooled anyone but herself. “Yeah, me too honey. I just
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This cannot be happening; my parent’s a are a perfect couple and a divorce makes no sense. I banged my head on my locker, giving Shaun the signal to leave or I was going to breakdown. I have to save my parents before anything gets too extreme.
* * * As the week passed by, I noticed how her parents got worse. One day they would ignore each other, the next the would be yelling in their faces. This really affected me; it made her lose track of my homework and studying time because of all the attention I was giving to them. She spent all day at school, trying to fit in homework from other classes in between while all night she tried fixing problems between my parents. Even on top of that, Shaun broke up with me because she apparently “doesn’t hang out with me any more” and Rachel is nothing but a long lost friend to me. How has my life come down to this? “Mom… Dad we need to talk.” Both parents ate their dinner in

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