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
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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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