Just the beginning to a new story. Probably needs a few changes making, but thought I'd post non the less.
Lindsay sat herself down at her desk, her books spread out in front of her, and not a thing making sense to her. She glanced into the mirror in front of her, seeing a plain, boring girl in front of her, as usual. She pulled out a single strand of her dry, bland, yellow hair. She stroked her cheek slowly, wondering why she couldn’t be much prettier. All she saw was an ordinary girl looking back at her, no matter what she did with her hair, or what expression she had on her face, she was still ordinary. At family gatherings, relatives would coo over her, ‘she’s such a sensible girl’ ‘top of the class again’. On the other hand, there was Maria. Lindsay’s sister. A glimpse of what perfection looked like. Golden blonde hair, gleaming blue eyes and a perfect smile. Textbook beautiful girl. Guys flocking around her, best friend to everyone and butter wouldn’t melt looks. It sounds so clichéd writing it down, but it was the truth. Lindsay pulled open the front cover of her English book and skipped a few pages in. She read through the beginning of her essay.
‘A small insight into the world according to Lindsay. I opened my eyes, not even slightly bothered by the bright light creeping to my room. One look at the clock and I was wide awake. 7.30, just enough time to get ready and have a morning coffee. Walking through the small gap that separated my room from my sisters, I coughed loudly, before tapping her on the shoulder and switching her light on. I heard a moan from under the covers, and Maria’s head popped up at the wrong end of her bed. It was first thing in the morning and her hair was already golden blonde with bouncy curls, she looked perfect, as usual. Walking back into my own room, I quickly got changed into my school uniform and packed my bag, with all my homework and correct books for the day, knowing that Maria wouldn’t be bothered with school work. I knew that on the other side of the wall there was my twin sister, straightening her hair frantically while trying to find the right shade of mascara to go with her bag while blasting The Jonas Brother’s new CD and texting her friends, whom she would be seeing in just an hour or two.’
Lindsay read through it several times, nodding and making a few changes. It had to be perfect. Even though it hadn’t been set as homework, Lindsay was still prepared to spend hours working on it, reviewing every word, period and sentence and making it perfect. It was easy to see that Lindsay’s idea of perfection was reflected in her school work.