Little Miss (im)perfect - by Skye Cabrera

The rain fell down in rhythm-- like the beating of her heart-- as it echoes in the silence of her empty room. The droplets of tears fall on her lavender sheets, forming small pools of emotions. As her twinkling eyes look up at her ceiling, she imagines the vastness of the galaxy. Its planets, stars, and the millions of stories formed inside of it. Silently, she wishes to be one of those stars-- to simply exist as one with the universe, quietly and serenely.

She rolled from her bed with teardrops still on her face. Trying to calm herself down, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her straight black hair was messy and tangled. Her perfectly winged eye, perfectly blended eyeshadow, and perfectly colored lips, were now gone. All that’s left was the reminiscence of her mask. She takes her hands and strokes her face. It travels through the blemishes and imperfections she tries so hard to hide. Tired of seeing herself like this, so bare and naked, she looks down. Tears fall from her eyes again, hitting the ground she is standing on. Even the gods knew how tired she was. Tired of looking at the mirror and seeing an enigma of imperfection. Tired of being a nobody in a sea of somebodies.

She wiped the tears off her face. It was getting late and she needed to get herself together. Mumbling to herself to smile for the picture, she looks up at her mirror and pretends to smile. Lights, camera, and action, it seemed like nothing went wrong. She fixed her hair and put on her mask. If life was a play, she was an actor, and all she could do is play her part.

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Cover page by Gabriella Paulino